I enjoyed my encounter with you, and somehow I disregarded the pain of my soul during that time.
You were like soft magic. You listened to my nagging patiently, and you never complained.
You were dealing with my lousy weather and my raging sea like a skillful sailor.
Once, you told me that I was behaving like a child despite my maturity, but it's okay because I'm your baby.
Sadly or luckily, a part of my youthful spirit will live forever.
Your kindness consumed my troubled life, you were a sweetheart, an origin, a leader, and sometimes a dictator.
Behind those sealed gates, you painted my black and white soul with rainbows and satisfaction.

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