My sun. My star. My heart. Far away from where my eyes can see yet close like my own heartbeat. I'm always yours. I used to think finding love was like finding a needle in a hay stack: tiring and most times very unyielding. That was until you showed up with the ocean waves. I could be dead for all I know or this could be the very few seconds before death sweeps over me. I have made a mess of me, searching and thinking I have found what I've been looking for. I searched with red eyes and when my body gave in to its weariness, your love was the song: the sound that won't let me go.
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I wish you would tell me something every now and then....