There are times when I gaze upon my lover as she rests quietly. I see the years she now wears and the ages past that have fashioned her. How dear is ever line and added flesh and sighs across soften skin that contains all the memories of our living well and wild. Even now she sleeps in unknown worlds while I sit alone with her, as she is my worlds morning fire of warming thoughts. There is a oneness in two lovers that only The God could conceive and in utter kindness sew us into each other for even in slumber and quiet we are untamed in our loving living remembrances of our Wildly Holy; Matrimony.
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