His eyes
They are beautiful
Blue wave washed crystal
They pierce
His smile
It’s a retiring smile
It’s a smile to make smiles
I smile
His hands
They are warm
They comfort, calm and hold
There Safe
I sleep
His heart
Its kind, vulnerable and honest
It beats
Mine beats
He is him
I am me
We are us
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