автор: wingstofly

You, who grab my days as a toy,
and make me feel like a toddler
with your vivid opinions
about the things,
You, who is imbued
with sympathy and kindness and joy,
You, who is a loveful envoy
of my toughs and dreams,
You, who colored my world
with passion and tenderness,
and fondness,
You, who somehow become
my every word, my every breath,
my joyful everything,
You, who stole my ability
to be alone,
You, to whom I belong,
never let me go
back in the emptiness.