You are not the air that I breathe, You are the sweet scent that drifts upon it.
You are not the sounds that I hear, You are the music of my life.
You are not the food that I need, You are the nourishment of my soul.
You are not my will to survive You are my reason for living.
~An Exerpt from a Poem by Rebecca W~
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