Monday, April 25, 2011

My Moon

You push my hair behind my ear.
You rub my toes and caress my feet.
You look at me like you couldn't be happier, and then you tell me so.
You kiss my neck and hold me close.
We brush our teeth together in the morning.
You give me a quarter of your omelet.
You stroke my fingers.
You draw me tight to your chest.
We talk until the wee hours of the morning.
You kiss me soft when we say goodbye.
You think about us down the road.
You are strong and sweet, smart and tall.
You are my man.

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