#337 Exhaling - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
I awoke early and there you laid,
Sleeping close to me.
The night hadn’t made a trade
Like in my history.
I had feared the past’s return,
Of heartache and despair.
I had worried about the burn,
The fading of Jude and Clare.
It seems my doubts were in vain,
This time it is different.
All the qualms within my brain
Are now calm and content.
I thanked the Lord for His Love
And that you’re in my life.
You’re my seraph, my dove
My best friend and my wife.
I watched each breath you drew,
Exhaling and inhaling deep.
I cuddled even closer into you
And smiling, fell back asleep.
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