| Ten thousand nights I've lain
by you, Lulled in the dark by the Gentle rhythm of your breath. Curled together, often; At times apart, Rigid with anger, or in tears. In dreams, I've wandered away. Love is not measured in the Mornings that you reach for me, And yet Long habit bears fruit. Ten thousand nights and always Have I lain with you, my love. |
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