I love you like the rain trickling on the tin roof

Shallow comforted breaths

and the warmth the comes out from inside of me.

Bird with, clipped wings, you are my

one way ticket to some kind of hope

don’t care where we’re flying.

I love you like the chairs on my front porch

I love you like the sound of the crackling thunder and

when my hands start to fall heavy with what I’m reading

I love

the tender way you let me sleep.

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