Platonic

I think romance is romanticized.
We’re taken in and tantalized
by the promise of a love until the end.

But when I’m awake in the dead of night,
It’s always you that gives me light.
The truest love I know is my best friend.

And if I was offered truer love,
As is written in the stars above,
I’ll know that such things are just pretend.

Fairy tales are fine for some,
But give me my closest chum,
Our love is more true than any penned.