How lucky am I to be
one of the lucky few who
bare witness and get to see
your genuine smile and joy.
And your eyes when they fill with
wonder and bliss for the world
that I get share you with
and drink each single moment.
And to know you well enough
to recognize the tender
blush behind your mall scruff
that makes you oh so human!
And to feel the kindred soul
that keeps your warm heart beating
striving to keep you whole,
every time you look at me.
How lucky am I to be.
There is no greater feeling than knowing some one at this level of intimacy. Great poem dear!
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Thank you!
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I’ll be praying for you two. I hope you make it! You seem like you have such a tender love that is hard to find in this day and age. You are so talented.
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Thank you
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