The thought of you is like summer breeze.
Blowing away the heat of the dark corners of yesterday.
Like the miracle of making liquid water freeze.
And when it starts to rain you are the rays that brighten the day.
The thought of you makes me happy to be alive.
I can dream of unicorn and rainbows like in fairytale shows
Like the steering wheel of a car you help me drive.
The world might like you but… I love you. No one knows.
The thought of you is like food to a hungry soul.
Every second you cross my mind you give me energy.
Like wanting to swim in waters at the north pole.
But you would never let me do that—you wouldn't put me in jeopardy.
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