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Without You

Had you and I never met,
nor gave each other our trust,
the special kind of love we share
would be nothing more than dust.
Snow with no suns warmth,
an airborne leaf in winter’s storm,
a gardenia without a scent,
a new born without a mom,
a bottle in the open sea
with no place to go
and no reason to be.