“Your Love.”

Your love is a blanket
Sealing in reverberating heat
Wrapping me up so snug
A billowy cloud of comfort delight.

Your love is a hot bubbly bath
Immersively soothing extraordinare
Naked and never more relaxed
Melting in the moments of tranquility.

Your love is Sunday bacon and eggs
A most special day to rise
A satiating culinary dream
To indulge and warm me from the inside.

Your love is a journey
There’s no arriving when I think of you
You are an addition to the ups and downs
A winding road without beginning or end.

Your love is a song
The sweetest melody stuck in my head
You are honey lyrics on my lips
You are the soundtrack to my existence.

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