When I am cold she warms me with her touch,
When bored, distract me with her conversation;
We don't go out to parties all that much,
Or anywhere that takes a reservation,
But where we go, we keep close company
And find each other interesting enough
That there is no place we would rather be.
On those occasions when my voice is rough,
Altered with anger or with grief, she brings
A sense of comfort by her very presence,
So great that whatsoever trouble clings
To me is sudden in its evanescence.
It's not a thunderbolt thrown from above
But I am happy I can call it love.
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