You are a heavy blanket and a sky full of stars
a room full of candles on a thunderstorm night
the smell of an old book, worn with dog-eared pages,
a steaming cup of coffee in a snowy cabin lost in a wooded canopy of trees.
You are comfort in the most divine form
Your skin on mine is pleasure beyond what I can explain
your kiss a thrill I’ll never tire of
In your eyes is my entire life.
Why ever would I leave you my love, when you are my home?
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