I want to listen you, the way flowers listen the raindrops.. Slowly.. Sweetly..
I want to touch you, the way sunbeams touch the grass.. Warmly.. Lightly..
I want to hold you, the way darkness holds the stars.. Gently.. Nightly..
I want to love you, the way the Earth love the sky.. Constantly.. Completely..
I am nothing dear, I am your own soul.
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