With you.
With you
it's warm. It's
like a hot cup of coffee
on an unrushed, quite morning
With you,
there is a certain weight
to the silence
that speaks.
With you,
peace settles,
time slows,
like two stars in an endless sky.
With you,
life ebbs...
leaving only what
was unsaid.
With you,
"becasue I love you"
is all that isn't said
but never needs to be.
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