in a very quiet moment
on a very quiet Sunday
when our cups are half full of coffee
when the funnies are all read
when the itch to get stirring happens
but you decide to stay in bed
when my hand is held in silence
as we softly enjoy our bed
I want a simple ring
placed simply in my palm
and I want him to softly say
its all because I love you
that I dont want these kind of days to end...
and quietly I would toy with it
and ask him to slide it on
and as I lean to kiss him
I whisper gently
"from now on..."
and he will breath out loudly
and our life together
will formally
begin
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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