As she lay there

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    As she lay there

    As she lay there next to me , unaware of my loving gaze , I reach my arm across her soft sleeping body , and tighten my loving embrace she instinctively grips my arm and although she is in the distant corners of her conscious I wonder I'd she can feel my love radiating from my very being. Does she feel safe and calm and know that no one loves her like me ? when she wakes, will she be happy amidst my arms ? Dose she feel me as she sleeps our love it is a feeling that's been there forever, and as I fade off with her , does she know I'm the happiest man alive because I get to lay with her every night , and share that aura of love ? And we are truly , first , last , and forever ...,,,,,
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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