An unexplainable grin stretching from ear to ear,
As your face comes to mind and your voice I hear.
Those all around me unaware of the bliss in my mind,
Building this tower of euphoria of you with all I can find.
Higher and higher the tower grows, up into the skies above,
The bricks are you, your pictures, your laugh and the cement your love.
What other tools would I need to build this tower so pure?
My place of refuge, where I can be safe and from all ailments be cured.
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Steven Shakir
Law Student
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