You and I stood brimming with hopes, fears and fantasies that day,
Anticipating our first year of university,
We bonded so much by midterms that you asked a favour of me,
I said I would be delighted to edit your essay,
That night I had a red pen in my hand as I entered your world,
As I read your thoughts, I was left in awe of what you know,
The stack of papers on my desk was a brilliant manifesto,
In a daze, I followed your argument as it unfurled,
Amazed and a bit envious of your wonderful style,
I was sure you took pleasure in displaying your intellect,
That you made me read this so I could marvel at the extent,
And when some lines sound the way you speak I can not help but smile,
For they betray your origins but only I can tell,
It is that rural speech that you thought you had unlearned,
After you worked so hard for everything that you earned,
Only I can spot this subtlety because I know you so well,
This university considers you a source of pride,
They know you for the glittering prizes that you win,
To others, your dazzling intelligence makes their head spin,
But I am happy knowing I could not match you if I tried,
I am honoured to be your friend and most content when I’m at your side
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