Perfect Loving
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Lying there on the bed, tired out from a day's work, my
love reaching out across the room, touching him gently
so as not to wake him up.
Floating quietly to him, my heart is full of love and
pride, because he is mine.
Loving him with my whole self, no one else will do,
because he holds my heart inside of his.
Protecting, loving, living, the perfect love as far as
I'm concerned.
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