What could be better than to have you near
Lying beside me, comfortably warm,
An arm draped over me to hold me here,
Us both compressed into a single form?
What more delightful than to talk with you
While both of us fall quietly to sleep,
And cuddle closer as we softly coo
Slipping into oblivion so deep
That when we wake, after the risen sun,
We feel renewed, refreshed, almost reborn
Not as a separate pair, but rather one
Joined at the mind too closely to be torn
Apart? Nothing, but to do it again
And be as close once more as we were then.
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