I think about you to a point I don't miss you
Yours is one of the very few precious memories
My little gem that defines my worth
You take me places, most of which I rarely know
Save for the want to be where you take me
-it's exactly where I want to be
Where the stars cease shining, dimmed by your smile
Where the oceans touch
And that's where I find the most of peace
Manage somehow a sleep of peace
You are my muse, dearie
Am glad you are
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