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He is like raindrops, that gives a little pleasure on a hot summer day.
A mosaic of imperfections, but colorful n a genuine way.
His heart is warm, tender and loving, so is his truth, sharp like a samurai sword.
That touch is soft as the calming rest of an infinite dream. If he looks at you, prepare for the freefalling escape of the souls dancing in a perfect symphony.
This heart, my heart, waits patiently for his arms... right there in the place where true love hides.
