There is a comfort that surrounds me when
She comes around; a kind of blanket that
Flies over and envelopes me again
Each time I see her. I cannot give a pat,
Simple explanation, but to say
My mind grows easy, and my shoulders let
A little of the tension of the day
Out of their joints, and I can then forget
The pains of living, and instead be me
A better me than I am without her.
It comes with automatic constancy
And there is nothing I need to do to stir
This feeling; only let her in, and sigh
With my contentment that she's finally by.
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