"And true plain hearts do in the faces rest"
Waking in your arms
Infinitly better than not
Trust that a caress
Sweeps away any pain
Fear holds me back
You bring me forward
This scares me even more
A hand to my neck
Lips to my face
I fit into your palm
And you turn me over and over
In the morning
Everything feels right
More than alright
Glorious and cheerful
Overwhelming yet wonderful
Covered in sheets
They smell of you
Holding me tightly
Keeping me warm
What else could it be
But love
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