Close to you …

Close to you …

Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection.

Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. Keep me from the cold winter rain, sheltering me in the warmth of your affection, shielding me from the harshness of the world. Keep me in a picture frame, on the wall, on your desk, and on your nightstand, so I may always be present, a constant in your life.

Keep me in your wallet, a silent companion in your daily journey, a token of our shared moments. Keep me in your phone and on your screen, so I may be with you, even in the digital realm. Keep me in the melody of your favorite songs, in the setting of your favorite stories, and in the meaning of your favorite poems, intertwining our essence with the beauty of art and expression.

Keep me hanging off the stars at night, sitting on the moon, and rising with the sun, so I may be a part of the celestial dance that graces the heavens. Keep me under your pillow and dream of me incessantly, let my presence weave through the fabric of your dreams, a vision of eternal togetherness.

Keep me in the empty spaces of your room, your fingers, your atoms, and molecules, so that I may be there with you, even when I am not. Closer than skin, longer than time, promise me this, and I shall forever be intertwined with your soul, a part of your very being.

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