Bliss
Looking at the mountains
With coverings of snow
Standing on my terrace
No where I want to go
Coming from behind me
Your arms enfold me tight
Leaning inward to your strength
Everything feels right
We gaze in quite solitude
Locked in your embrace
Holding to this moment
Comfortable in this space
When at last we do retreat
And close the outside door
Loving moments do ensue
And fortify my core
Life was made for moments
Moments such as this
Moments stretched to hours
Hours of loving bliss
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