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It's a beautiful day. You make my day beautiful.
My face smiles just remembering you. And my heart misses you.
The morning has a melody of little birds singing, the wind crashing through the dry trees, which drop their branches with the snow, and a symphony sounds that awakens in the dawn.
My thoughts combine with the melody and there is your laughter, the soloist of that symphony. I am so optimistic, because your songs of letters in yesterday, ask me to come back to you. That's what I imagine while I want to see you.
So I take the weights and go in search of a need, or just an excuse to see you; because I don't need anything but you.
Compared to oxygen and the things I need to live you are number one. I may be short of air and about to die, but if you see me again with your extraordinary gaze, I won't need oxygen, only you. You would resurrect my life. And I will no longer need air to live, because I will depend on you.