Beyond my front door, afar from the confines of my comfy chair, lies my mistress. I sneak off to be with her whenever I can as she causes my heart to skip whenever we are separated.
At times we may be merely hanging on, while at others we eagerly await the opportunity to spring forth.
Things may not always be as they appear; at times like these, I exercise patience to see the whole story.
Let not waste a day nor an hour, let not waste a sunrise or sunset, let not waste an opportunity to tell one that they are loved.