Loving you, loving me
Warmth surrounding me at the end of a long cold day,
doing nothing but feel each other breathe.
Gentle words when the world is too tough,
a strong embrace when the day's deafeated.
A cup that's never empty, a plate that's always full.
The same movies, the same meals,
kissing the same lips, holding the same hand,
but always feeling new.
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