Thoughts at 4:27 am
I love that she sees me as I would be,
And not as I am.
That she tolerates my half century faults
As a passing phase.
I love that our children
Have passion and curiosity
And are as different as sunsets.
I love, now ain't that a surprise?
Despite all the punishment I've taken
I can still believe in another.
And my reward is her laughter
My punishment her tears
My heaven her touch
And my hell...
The years
Without.
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