The Wonder of it all is how slow the days seem
Yet fast are our watches during the sweetest moments
Since time floats on the aging skies
So young in color
Wise and blessed boats sail on through,
Ready for whatever comes their way
Beauty is the dark nights of winter
When gleaming snow lights each spirit
And twinkles softly in the moonlight
Closing off every room burdened by cold fires
Because warmth comes from your gentle touch
And comfort renews itself from each new hinting grin
Joy awakes to the sound of your tired voice
Fighting sleep for another few seconds
Even if soft breaths are all that is exchanged
It hides within my heart throughout the day
A secret at which no one can catch a glimpse
But brings a smile while words are absent
And Love
Love is the working hand behind it all
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