Your embrace has the softness of a love letter written in cotton ink on a rose scented summer day
When you speak your words feel like the soles of my feet walking the soil of the promised land
You are a warm meal after a soul debilitating winter’s day
You’re a kind greeting on the darkest of mornings
Your smile curves like the arrival of salvation when all has been lost
You’re the first breath after an eternity under bleak waters
You are the slow return of feeling on the tips of my numb fingers
You’re the birth of a long prayed for child
You’re the first drop of love on the dry cracks of a broken heart
You are the last tear of agony and first tear of joy
You’re all and more
All I’d ever, and could ever, ever hope for
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