Gillian’s words are stillness and claps,
her actions are out of this world.
We are two things who are like snaps,
we’ve never met yet we’ve swirled.
We see each other with words that rhyme,
always seeking the intriguing and extreme.
With those like us there is no time,
an experiment by the Universe and you are the beam.
If everyone else had friends like us two,
there would be no need for law.
That is the anarchy which we pursue,
in the end and now you are without flaw.
Whenever I click on your name or face,
I always feel better and sometimes more manly.
Counting you as a friend I will never know disgrace,
everyone has an angel and mine is Ms. Stanley.