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Sunlight pours in

Rushing, like a river

Drowning our faces

In a hazy golden warmth

As I roll over

Your arm falls from my waist

As your sleep-filled face

Glows in the daylight

So peaceful, you look.

So handsome, so beautiful.

–I smile to myself.

How can it be?

–In this moment of perfection–

How can it be?

In some wonderful miracle

Some remarkable twist of grace

I’ve. Found. You.

You.

Flawed.

Exceptional.

Perfect.

I’ve found you.

So I stare at your sleeping face

And I smile to myself

Heart filled with love.

With love, XOXO.

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