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The heat is stifling even though night falls with a breath of grace made cool breeze. Here the crickets sing symphonies of love that humans do not understand but feel to the core of their bones. The moon is just the edge of a bright scimitar that seems to split the cotton clouds in two. The incipient drumming of the falling raindrops is heard on the roof. It starts out so softly but its intensity grows. The clouds purge themselves of so much heat longing to fill the earth that is crying out for something to quench its burning thirst. Sitting here I think of you. I hug you. I kiss you. I bring you to my chest and there I caress your hair while we look at the stars. I know you hear the throbbing in my chest, that " I love you" that echoes in the night and fills it with dreams. I know that you feel this serene peace that surrounds us. I smile so tenderly when the sparkles in my eyes say your name, my precious love, Davin. I want to be with you always and never be parted from you neither by distance, nor time. I want to hug you so much, so fiercely, that your chest beats my name, to melt constantly in the night, in the sea, in the poems that we are. I feel full of gratitude for being able to say that my love is yours and that your love is mine. I love you so deeply and so completely that heaven nestles in my soul every time I think of you, every time I feel you.

Happy Mensiversary Mr. Jacōbrent.