No one knows my joy in seeing him. Only me. Because of a wonderful sight. His singing is melodic, like a soft gust of summer breeze blowing across a field of roses. He understands me when no one else does. His talent is mine's as well. My joy is him. Nothing or no one else. He walks where I walks. His heart is in mine. He is a pool of melting chocolate. I rejoice in seeing him every single day. I feel sad when he isn't here. My feelings can no longer be control. Only he can make me happy, day after day. Always seeing him, I feel so happy.