And after a hard day, your words put me to sleep;
Revolving around your words is my day and night,
Which makes you my yin and yang; my darkness and light.
When you talk, I’m not blessed to see your electric and eclectic eyes,
Or can I glimpse the way you paint the words in air with your hands;
But I still thank the air; as it carries and delivers your words to me,
We may be geographically apart but digitally we are close.
My heart ticks each day with the vibration of your message,
And I do want to live with you soon; to breathe the air you exhale.
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