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Just you.

A soft breeze
And I think of your touch,
A mild sun
And I remember your kind heart,
A wild mane
And I am reminded of your light kisses,
A beautiful day
And I feel your presence

A happy moment
And I look forward to share,
An adventurous day
And I get excited to tell,
An upset mood
And I wait to discuss,
A messy day
And all I want is
To hear your voice

Mundane activities
Don't feel the same,
As if all they needed
Was to hear your name,
To get started
And to get done,
Before the brain recognizes
The boring nature of the same

A look from you
And I am energized,
A supportive stare
And then I stop to care,
About all the worries and deeds
Waiting for me to weed

How come
You bring this difference,
How well you know
About the deference,
Have you taken a pledge
To always bring a smile
And open up the cage,
Or is it your own plight
Urging you to get into this fight ?

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