Keep your fancy dinners
Your parties and appetizers
All the noise and materialism
That's fun for a while.
Keep the sex and the physicality
The sweaty sheets, the morning fog
The moonlit nights, the star-filled skies
Those are all well and good
But there's nothing like the moments
the moments when
I lay my head in your arms
and you kiss my forehead
and tell me
"Everything's going to be ok"
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