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How to describe it The I love yous The kisses The cuddles To hold and be held To love and be loved Sure there's fights But nothing is perfect Words cannot be found I choose one
You have been held many moments But in the morning, what's to find? Face after face, all fading into one. Growing cold and distant- Wondering if your heart is still capable, of just coming undone.
Held in warmth hiking in sunshine held in rope nights in the hammock held in arms after weary days held in suspense for untold futures held in love by family sacrifice held by power