STAYING TOGETHER FOR THE LONG RUN

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WHEN YOU COME HOME AT THE END OF THE DAY – YOUR HEAD SPINNING IN A CLOUD OF FEATHERS AND DUST – I WILL BE HERE FOR YOU – WE WILL HUG – WE WILL HAVE DINNER THE WAY WE USE TO HAVE DINNER – TAKING OUR TIME – MELTING INTO ONE ANOTHER – EATING AND TALKING ABOUT THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO 


WE’LL KISS – THE WAY WE USE TO KISS – OUR TONGUES DANCING – WE WILL EXPLORE ONE ANOTHER SO WE CAN GET BACK TO WHERE WE WERE – OUR HANDS TRAVELING THE LINES THAT TRACE THE MAP OF OUR LOVE JOURNEY - WE WILL THRIVE TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS THAT IS OUR LIGHT 

WE CAN FIND OUR WAY BACK TO ALL OF THIS – TO ALL OF US – I KNOW WE LOVE EACH OTHER – I KNOW SOMETIMES WE CAN’T STAND EACH OTHER – I KNOW THAT’S OKAY AS LONG THE “LOVING EACH OTHER” OUTWEIGHS THE REST 




NOW COME HERE MY LOVE – HOLD ME – KISS ME – SLIP BENEATH THE SHEETS WITH ME - FEEL ME - TASTE ME TASTING YOU 

I WILL BE THERE AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERY END
  
YOU’LL BE CARRYING A COAT FOR ME IN CASE I GET COLD

 FOR BETTER  FOR WORSE

 IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

 LIKE A SNOWFLAKE IN THE WIND









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