Your make-up is so diverse. I love that.

You do have the ability to keep me toasty warm. Kudos.

I miss you most quite frankly, whenever I do not see your inspiration in my writing.

The colors across your eyes, dazzle me.

The splinters I feel pulling you close are harrowing reminders that I must treat your embrace like a baby lamb.

The fascination I garner watching you snore, keeps me smiling.

If I could frame every real life moment we’ve spent together, my home would look like a library. I long for cloudy days to dissipate and warm, sunny rays to shine through. I will gladly sit ‘yon grass lawn and count caterpillars if you cover my legs and misplaced steps bravely.

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