My stomach turns
as I look at you with sad eyes.
The stair seems playful
and haunting -- but only for a brief moment.
Your look clears my mind
after repeats in processes.
I feel all of you again
and most importantly
I feel me.

You give me space
You give me affection
it is freedom in translation.

You lay me down
then lift me up
so I can walk away
no stomach turning
I am filled with happiness
Alone in happiness
together in Love.