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The sun creeps quietly to our room dispersing night with dove-grey glow filtered by clouds; soft, gentle a new day dawning And I greet the day tucked against you where beneath our covers we make one perfect "S" while you still sleep Consciousness clears the mist of my brain and awareness lets me feel your skin beneath my curled arm and caressing fingers and the smell of you beside me I savor the perfection of a brand new day inhaling it's unspoiled potential reveling in our unity I am loath to break the magic your slow even breathing is comfort and security This is where I belong: It is my well-spring this love which becomes my strength, my courage my reason for joy in each fresh morn |
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