How lovely it would be
to wake up next to you
in the soft eastern light
that kisses your cheek,
brushes your hair.
How lovely it would be
to see you open your eyes,
not fully risen,
and pull me to you
while you savor the
final moments of stillness.
How lovely it would be
to know you are mine
for the day,
through the years,
to reach without looking
and be sure
your fingers will find mine.
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