Poem

Is to wake up in the morning light,

From a dream with You.

Looking in the mirror,

I see myself alive with a smile.

What I like most,

Is to sit in the twilight,

Combing and grooming

In the blessings of the Sound and Light.

What I like most,

Is to be with You in a merry rendezvous,

Listening to Your humorous jokes,

One after another,

Followed by bursts of hearty laughter.

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