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I love when I get that natural high,

every time you are on my sight,

wishing you to be by my side,

loving you still after my demise,

why do I feel this way,

asking myself in a confuse stage,

want to feel the warm heat of your hugs,

want to see my reflection in your sight,

want to listen to the sweetest melody of your life,

the one keeping my switch on of my life,

asking our creator to give me a chance,

to receive from your structure more than a glance.