Our lives present themselves in such different ways.
But our souls give themselves away, somehow, on beautiful days.
You, with your beautiful humor -- and the giggle that follows.
And me, with my books, clouding my mind,
As you, somehow, pull me from that place
And force my soul to smile.
And there is a love that you cannot ever understand from me.
You bring a lightness to my inner core that you may not ever see.
You make me so light,
Something I`m certainly not used to,
But I like it nonetheless, even with my fright,
Because souls like yours are so heartbreakingly few.
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