You are like a breath of fresh air after sitting in the smoker's section for 20 minutes.
You are like a gulp of Poland Spring water,
cleansing my body after an intense intoxication.
You are like the first day of summer,
freeing me from my cold jail cell.
You, my friend, you're real.
You bring a smile to my face like an artist draws life on his canvas.
You radiate happiness,
and like the common cold,
it's infectious.
Never have I felt so jubilant!
It's like I have gone through a reincarnation:
Died somberly at night.
Born in the light of the sun.
So here's to you, Mr. Ray of Light,
Thank you for plastering this smile on my face once more.