help me get to my feet, lift me above the waves, hold my hand as i learn to float, then i shall sail away

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I said your name. twenty times, I wonder did you hear it… its not a word or plantive cry – its just a state of feeling… I pour my juice and say your name, I feel as though I’m dreaming…. the how or why or what of it, its hardly worth conceiving… its me and you and nothing more, its a life i’m breathing… its the sunshine, rain and cups of tea, its the epitomy of believing.