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When we first met, you were to me another person
Another person who was special, but not so special that I would give my heart and soul to you alone
Then something amazing happened which made you someone with who I'd share my entity with
I'm still not quite sure what it was.

All I know is that it had to do with your music.
Not just the glorious music which your voice and mind exude
But the music of your wondrous self - your love, your humour, your kind spirit, and your hands
Your hands which are so sensual that their touch brings shivers to the whole of me
Your hands which embody your caring, sensitivity, and affection for everything dear to you

With merely your hands beckoning me to you, my whole body responds in eager anticipation of you
My mind is your playground, every word you utter in sincerity or in play has a thousand different meanings for my intelligence.

When I am with you or near you, your presence is enough to calm me and protect me from all that perturbs me

My wish now is that I can always be able to hear your sacred music and have my hands meeting yours in an action of unending ecstasy and love