Love

My hand relaxes over soft, warm fur. In fact, my whole body relaxes as my hand covers your back, your head and finally rests on your chest. You finally content yourself to rest and we find ourselves in a state of equal bliss.


This is the way of it -- you asking only for love and me, happy to have the opportunity to love you. You offer pure, unencumbered love to me whether or not I love you the 'right' way or say the 'right' words, and even if I become frustrated with you (always short-lived frustration).


No matter what, you are there when I leave, you're there when I come home and you're there in my mind whenever I need you to be. You are my love.



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