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By Composing Dawn Date: 2018 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2018.01.29.22.56.16027]] |
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"Don't come down before seven," I tell the girls when I tuck them in. Tomorrow there dad has the day off and I would like him to get a little rest. I love it when the girls wake up and come cuddle in our bed. Long gone are the days of waking up to making love and cuddling together but the disappointment does not linger. I know the girls will be grown and sleeping in soon enough. The moments of our love come in secret looks and unsaid words. A dance we do together with no other. When I see him working around the house, tinkering with this or that. The passion smolders underneath the surface instead of driving our day. Responsibility leads us together. I know that the things that were there in the beginning will be there in the end. Little reminders of our passion storm through the house. There voices rising and falling in excitement and joy. Sometimes cries of pain and tears to wipe away. We have created so much together with our love. My heart aches with the pain of knowing how much I love him. How hard I tried to protect myself from the pain love can bring. Slowly somehow he made it through my wall. His patience and ability to perservere past my hurts. His willingness to choose to love me over and over. I see him and know we will grow old together. © Dawn Abrahamson All rights reserved. February 14, 2009 |