Our Love
Our love is aged like fine wine
Like comfortable slippers you keep
It warms the toes on cold winter nights
Fits snuggly the shape of your feet
He voices my thoughts before I speak
Two become one in every sense
Our love is kind and sometimes patient
Each day we value the passing hours
Allowing each other required space
I’d hate to wake up and not see his face
We often overlook each others shortcomings
Building up one home and the love we share
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