Blossoming into life with a love so fierce that not even the winter could **** your vibe. Shining through clouds of anguish to temporarily bring warmth to others is the way you've played the game. A warm hug and a smile are your type of handshake. You're precious and spectacular and that's more than I or anyone in this world deserves from you, yet you freely give us yourself at the cost of you. If the world's core was made of your heart maybe the wrong parts of the world would start feeling a little more right.

*djm