The feeling of you

Thinking of you feels
like a ray of the summer sun.
Seeing you feels like
butterflyes flapping to an African drum.
Holding you feels like
harmony in a zen gardens dream.
Smelling you feels like
no one in the world could ever come to harm.
Feeling you feels like
the rain in the Sahara desert storm.
Beeing with you feels like
the beauty in the springs first spot of green.
Living with you feels like
life got a meaning to me.
Missing you feels like
a part of the world has gone away.

The feeling is I love you, I want you to stay.

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