Sound

The sound of the music you make
is enough to last me 22 eternities.
Your laugh,
Your whisper,
The sound of your lips releasing
from mine,
The break in your voice as you wake up in the morning.
Your heart beat when you hug me hug tightly.

or perhaps the most dangerous sound of all
“…I Love You”

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