Through Bad Poetry & Heavy-Handed Rhymes

I love the way you see me clearly
Clearer than I do myself
I love the way you challenge me
And never put me on the shelf
I love the way your laugh joins mine
And the way our hands hold tight
I love the sound of your breathing near me
As I wrestle demons in the night
I love the way yo…
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