There are golden days when I meet special people. With wide smiles... With light souls. With friendly shoulders. There are rainy days... I meet people who want to get wet with me. In the drops of emotions that come from the sky. There are breezy days... That I meet special people. That make me float. Dreaming... And that gives me wings. So that I can reach, beyond their souls. They give me comfort and I never want to leave. DS kisses beautiful