the sun had painted...
...patterns on Your Face
as You breathed Sunday air...
...You rolled onto...my open arm
I became Your pillow...
...You let me smooth Your Hair
let me lie in the curve...
...of Your Body tonight
and I will hear You tumble into sleep...
...I will watch You heal...watch You heal with me
I will sing You morning lullabies...
...You are beautiful and peaceful this way
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