In the shadows of despair, his shoulder, a comforting lair,
An ear to hear the silly rhymes, in laughter's realm, through happy times.
A lazy bee, nudged to strive, his words, "I'm proud, at least you've tried."
Through failures, a stronger soul, he paints them as steps, towards the goal.
As tears threaten to descend, he transforms, the universe's cutest blend.
Laughter restrained, a hidden glee, to shield me from wandering eyes, you see.
Emotional waves, a gentle touch, not a backbone, but a meal to clutch.
Hungry heart, he understands, crafting dishes, with tender hands.
In moments he needs, a simple plea, a hug, and "I love you," the symphony.
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