Tell me your news, and I will be made glad
By simply hearing what you have to say;
That will, of course, be tempered if it's bad
Merely a gleam, should it be (in its way)
Horrific. But no matter what I hear
Part of me (sometimes a tiny part)
Will still be happy you saw your way clear
To tell me what is new with you. I start
Each day that I'm without you wishing to
Hear what you're up to, what you've done and seen
And when I get an update or review
It puts a superordinary sheen
Upon my day, and makes me joyfully
Await the next thing you will say to me.
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