Platonic love is underrated

They met as children

and instantly got along

she wrote him a poem

he wrote her a song

Nothing full of glory,

but it's not just another story

They started talking daily

never running out of things to say

she always dragged him to malls

and he carried her bags throughout the day

Nothing full of glory,

but it's not just another story

He was proud of her,

more than he would show

she admired him,

more than he would know

Nothing full of glory,

but it's not just another story

Their friendship was evergreen

it never changed with the seasons

they loved each other all the while

without requiring any reasons

'round a fairytale their bond never revolved

No prince and princess were involved

Nothing full of glory,

but it's not just another story

It's not just another story

And I'll tell you why

They both love each other

but will be friends till they die

I'll tell you why it's not glorified

it's not very complicated

Their kinda love isn't covered in songs

Alas, platonic love is so, so underrated

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