It’s late at night,
The laughter has dies down
Leaving behind just a nagging electric hum
And the sound of regular breathing;
Sleeping, drifting away.
So many thoughts to share
So many moments of inspiration
Such comfortable, comforting intimacy
So much said with fingers and eyes
So many words painting tender images.
Such intensity gazing out from within this moment
Looking into tomorrow’s future
Tomorrow’s smiles and tears
And the certain knowledge of continued laughter
Unselfconsciously with belly-aching abandon.
This day will become a new morning
That will turn into another night
Filled and fulfilled in the embrace
Of our time passing but lasting
Love growing old while staying young.
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