She holds my heart in her graceful hands
She keeps it warm and holds my soul
She is my solitude and climb to grace
She is the spirit that strokes my face
I hold her heart and keep it safe
I wipe her tears and cradle her soul
I am her peace and confidant
I am the spirit that holds her hand
We crawl into each other’s arms
We do a nightly dance, a warm embrace
We would choose no other
We are each other…
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