You are my platonic love,
My long-lost other half.
But not in the way that
First comes to mind.
You are my soulmate
My twin, my confidant,
I could spend
The rest
Of my life
With you.
But not in that way.
I don't have a word for it.
Its something more than best friends,
but platonic, not intimate like lovers.
Soulsister, perhaps.
But she can only be described as my Marisol