Our Love

Mon, 11/06/2017 - 02:40 -- ar93515

On a cold night, while I sit alone,
I wait patiently and think of home.
A gentle kiss on my cheek awakes a spark in me,
breaks me from my thoughts.
He speaks to me in a quiet and steady tone,
he is it, he is my home.
I blankly stare, no words to say.
He stands there awaiting a response.
I ask him to sit by my side,
a comfortable place where he can reside.
This love has been cultivated over the years.
We don't hold back because there are no fears.
Our love is built on respect,
it is mutual; our love is pure.
We have an eternal bond,
collecting love from a reserved pond.
I see myself in him, as I am sure he sees himself in me.
You can already hear those wedding bells,
and on that day my heart swells.

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