Under the shining sun, I look for rain. I wish to dance in the pouring rain and think that it’s your love. The love that will get me soaked and turn me in to wet and wild cat and be a tiger that roars loudly just to be with you. I want no hands but yours. I won’t bother to have those hugs and kisses if they’re not from you. Where do you spend most of your time? I would like to know how get there. Do you always sleep with blanket? I will share or even give you mine though I, too, can’t sleep well without one.
I will not ask you to take away the melancholic feeling in me because I know that beside you, there’ll be no other place happier and safer. I won’t beg you to look me in the eyes, I will look at yours until we meet and consequently dance in cloud 9. I will wait for your eyes to close before I go to sleep. Before I close mine, I will give you a good night kiss while you’re already in your dreamland. You’ll wake up with your breakfast ready. More. More. Time. Joy. Kisses. Hugs. More. More.
Oh, boy, where are you? Who are you? Do you ever think of me, too?
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