I cannot tell you
how much I love this life
these days
when the sun shines hot
and the heart is full of memories.
This extra ordinary life,
bursting at the seams
with hope.
The darker days seem long gone now
and I will not,
no, I refuse to
think they will return.
I cannot tell you how much I love you
and the way your hand reaches
instinctually for mine.
Those memories that you make
each day, for me.
I love you, in Biblical proportions.
This happens when
the heart
is
bursting
at
the seams
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