When I wake, I rap my arms around you, and you the same-
The room brightens-a smile-with the raising sun-
The light breeze of a cracked window-letting in the sweet, cool morning air-
You squeeze tighter around me-to make sure I'm warm-
Not a word exchanged-until we both have opened our eyes-
Eye to eye-I love you-and that is-true-
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
When I wake, I rap my arms around you, and you the same-
The room brightens-a smile-with the raising sun-
The light breeze of a cracked window-letting in the sweet, cool morning air-
You squeeze tighter around me-to make sure I'm warm-
Not a word exchanged-until we both have opened our eyes-
Eye to eye-I love you-and that is-true-
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