6.7.11

You.

I love you like the sun embraces the earth in its slow evening slumber. I love you gently, with a warmth that grows as your hand covers mine. I know that I love you because I know of nothing but the need for your love, the desire for yours alone, and the comfort that your embrace is nothing but a part of my being, a joining of two souls awaiting the end of a day. The lover of my impossible soul.

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