What I was waiting for is here, it’s now,
And all is well.
The clock has stopped ticking in this quiet room.
It’s not attention-seeking, or your looks, or any other convoluted reason to conjure up love.
Although every bit of you is beautiful.
It’s your kindness that never wavers.
The way I see myself reflected in your eyes.
The electric pulse I feel in my stomach when I hear your voice.
Or how when I first glimpse your smiling face,
I feel like I’m home.
It’s the grace I feel in wanting to make you happy,
because of this happiness you create in me
And the peace in knowing
The soft skin of your cheek will touch mine
For as long as I let it.
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