He was my happiness,
always bringing a smile to my face,
and a warmth to my heart.
He was my security blanket,
keeping the light in my dreams,
and a smile when I wake.
He was my paradise,
relaxing my body and soul,
chasing the troubles from my mind.
He was my hope,
for the better day that is sure to come,
for the future I would love to have.
But he is a dream that is out of reach,
for he is a but a book,
that has yet to be written.
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