Quiet Moments

The room is dark and cool,

Thomas Otten softly plays

as the dog snores gently between us.

Countless nighttimes of comfort and routine,

a precious gift, soul to soul;

the trust, the love, the connection,

to end the day in quiet communion,

weaving a spell of possibility.

How did I ever deserve this?

Deserving or not, I will treasure these quiet moments.

Something so simple and yet profound.

Two hearts one.

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