I am enchanted by the rhythm of your being.
Walking, I know you by the rhythm of your gait.
I awaken, and out of the fog,
I feel the rhythm of your breath.
When we meet, I see the rhythm of your smile.
When you are gone
the metronome stops.
©T.Puma/MMXII
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I'm hyper-sensitive right now and I had to sigh while reading this jewel.
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