Holding him near my heart,
pleasure of stroking his face,
whispering in his ears
arouses my senses.
The feel of his breath,
beside my lips,
makes beams on my face
and he smiles with me.
Rainy or cloudy,
moody or grumpy,
his charismatic touch
makes my brain excel.
On rainy days
he sings to me,
on cloudy days,
he lets me read my books,
on sunny days,
amuses me with funny jokes.
When I’m asleep,
I am his baby,
wakes me up with his sweet voice,
cheers me up with his joyful face,
reminds me of the weather
so that I can dress up aptly.
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