I see you lying next to me
So soft, warm and kind,
I hear you gentle breathing
As sleep heavies your eyes,
I feel the gentle warmth
Of your breath upon my cheek,
And think of how love grows
When we get old,
I hope these memories never fade.
- HRM Deborah
So soft, warm and kind,
I hear you gentle breathing
As sleep heavies your eyes,
I feel the gentle warmth
Of your breath upon my cheek,
And think of how love grows
When we get old,
I hope these memories never fade.
- HRM Deborah
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