Fulfilled

Soft footsteps in the deep of night
Quietly approaching
Almost imperceptibly
Your scent filled the room
Smiling, I reached for you.

Your fingers touched my brow
Your strong hands drew me close
Breathing in unison
Two hearts as one
Sleep came, no longer a stranger

There is no more than that
To share a bed, and a life
To wake without fear
To sleep without angst
Only love. That’s all there is.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

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