To be near you, even briefly,
Is better than a sunny day.
A simple thought of you
Makes my heart glad.
I am clay in your hands.
Use me. Manipulate me. I care not.
The smallest things remind me of you,
Of a love that will not die.
Your laughter is like music to my soul,
A song I knew by heart long before we met.
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