On her side
Leaning against my arm
Purring
If that's not love
What is?
She comes to bed at night
And circles to finally lie down.
She places her hand in mine
And together we enter dreamland.
This BLOG features periodic essays, poetry, life observations, anecdotes, and other musings.
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