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I have loved music for as long as I can remember;
in all honesty, I have loved music
longer than I have loved poetry;
I have loved music, I have been changed by music,
I have felt more alive than ever
when listening to music,
I have been overcome with emotion when listening to music;
I have closed my eyes, been taken,
carried far, deep, and high-
as if I were swimming in the voice, the lyrics,
and the sound of the music, the energy of the music,
and drifting peacefully, contently, effortlessly,
free like a feather.

Music has been a big part of my life since before I could talk;
music had me running before I could walk;
music sent me to sleep and coloured my dreams;
music awoke me every morning as a child,
and within the heart of my soul
it has always been and will always be.

I must have heard thousands of songs;
I must have heard hundreds of artists,
singers, musicians, and bands;
I must have dreamed that I were John Lennon
playing guitar and singing along with the other Beatles
about fifty times, bu I could be wrong;
I must have had more favourite songs in my life
than I could count with the fingers on both of my hands.

I love songs, styles, speeds, of every type,
and possible genre, and classification, of music;
I love songs that take a hold of both my mind and my heart,
and make me feel epic;
I love songs that have unique, poetic, empathetic,
sometimes tragic, lyrics;
I love songs that are nothing short of celestial magic.

I love female voices;
I love male voices;
I love instruments;
I love voices that are soulful, special, lyrical,
incredible, unbelievable, beautiful, different;
I love who I am when a song makes me want to dance;
I love when a song puts me in a trance;
I love what I think about when a song is playing;
I love where I go within myself,
as I sing along to every song,
and as I repeat every line without mistake,
it is almost as if I am chanting or praying;
I love a song that to me is nothing short of perfect;
I love life, art, inspiration, memories,
feelings that were made, created, felt, captured,
made infinite, because of, and for,
the love of music.

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Watching you rise,
watching you become like the sun,
opening my eyes
everyday to new skies,
heights, and insights,
creating beautiful, poetic,
colours and patterns in my mind
like the Northern Lights.

I watch you and follow you
like a rainbow that never fades;
every time I delve deeper into your light
I am taken through a rich and blossoming forest,
until I arrive at a gorgeous open glade.

The most beautiful oasis to be found on Earth
is the one that we can all find within,
the most beautiful people
that we meet in our lives
are those who inspire us to imagine-
when we arrive at that perfect place,
when we finally meet that perfect person,
we feel bolder and brighter than the sun;
we feel invincible, like we are wearing metal skin.

My beautiful oasis is you.
You are so perfect to me,
because you are a great and gorgeous person,
whose heart could not be more bigger, nor more true.
What I love about you the most
is that you care about others, about life,
about the importance of going farther and being better-
everyone who meets you is forever charmed by you
like a beautiful bouquet of purple heather.

You are like the bow to my violin strings,
you are like the plectrum to my guitar;
you are so talented, stunning, and amazing,
you are in the ascendency to incredible opportunities
to show who and how unbelievable you are-
you will always mean more to me,
because you are a limitless and glowing
rising star.

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