With pulsing puffs between the lips that travel to the ear
We tell our loved ones they are loved, we tell them they are dear.
How often we should use our tongue to motivate the air -
That noble gas, our messenger - to say how much we care,
To say there is a place apart forever in our heart
From out the depth of which each day our words of love depart
To reach the destination where an ear is wide awake
To hear those living breaths announce affection for its sake.
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