Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Breathing Fits Like a Glove

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Let it out, bring it in, let it out,
Bring it in for this is the time to
Breathe goodness into existence
This is the time to be free
This is the time to be grateful for
The love, forgiveness and
Needs met in his laughter, in his love,
In his fears shared, intermingled with
Your insecurities securely guarded with
Hugs, kisses and the drug of love's
Intoxication found in and around the
Glove of him fitting just right in
His eyes and mine.

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