When I lay with you, under sheets of blue and over hardwood floors, in this Chicago winter, I feel satisfied. You’re the thing I’m getting right. So, please don’t tire of me. Although, I can easily see how you might. How you might. But, pushing doubt aside, I’ve asked you to be my bride. And, to my delight, you were in love, the same as I. And, you cried. And though, the sun is gone and the heater stalls and resulting doldrums steal our motivation, I’m content to say the reason I feel safe and in my proper place is because you’re across the living space when your eyes, they meet mine. And after night has come and under sheets you have returned, with a book spread wide and yellow pages from the reading light, I join your side and say, “Goodnight.” I don’t mind the light, so do as you like. I’m at your side. I’ll be there for life. I love your light, so do as you like. I’m at your side. I’ll be there for life. And, I love your light, so please, always be mine.

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