What a good night.
Stars blurry through a frosted window.
Me with you under the blankets.
I hear you whisper.
How will we remain in love
without hard times binding us?
Habit. I whisper into your hair.
Plus, I love you beyond the end of time.
You squeeze me. Your face shifts
from my chest to my shoulder.
Your kiss presses upon my cheek.
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