The cool chill of the breeze brings me back to you during the long winters
And in Summertime I am reminded by you by the sound of the sea.
But here I am
Without you.
Roses will not bloom the same without your radiant warmth of love.
Here I am.
Come back to love me again and make me feel safe; make me feel whole; but most of all make me feel sane.
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