You soft blade of joy how I love the way you carve my heart into a ever opening flower.
How I love the way you paint color into a world of grey.
You are the rope that keeps pulling me further down the path of life.
You are the soft vale that sooths the very heart ach you create.
You are what makes life seem like a dream.
You are my ambition, my advencher, my teacher, my lesion to be learned over and over again.
I look for you in others and find you always in myself.
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