I am the whistle in your wheeze,
the sound that never leaves,
the breath beneath your stare,
the salt water evaporated in your hair.
I am the pleasantries heaved
when compliments attend to dreams,
I am that catch in your voice
when emotional you grow,
that perceived weakness is your vice,
the aching wants you feel and know.
I am that smile within your tunes,
I am the heart within your song,
I am the beauty in your madness,
how amazingly we get along.
I am the chime in your jingle,
I am the spring in your step,
I am the heart in your living,
you feel so blessed, yes?
I am here momentarily
like an uttered groan,
a yearning state of being
I know you know,
I am like the butterfly gracing the very
tip of your nose,
I’ll keep you company,
hold your presence so very, very close.
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