O how I long to see you again and o just to hold you in my arms and just to tell you what lies in my heart of hearts.
You are wisdom that never tires with age.
You are my peace; my candle burning in the wind within flaming embers that never really burns out.
You are my smile behind my cup of coffee.
My blanket on cold weeks.
My love.
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