The lightest touch is like the heaviest hold.
Wrapped in a warm embrace,
Muffled in layers of comforting cold,
As they numb my fears in the outside world,
Or so I am told.
The slightest breath is like the deepest song,
That anyone has ever sung.
Waiting for it for so long.
I press my ear against your chest,
And I can hear the imperfections in your lungs,
Yet they sound more perfect than you could ever suggest.
The brightest light shines through my life,
What you said was dark, what defines your touch,
Seems to glow through my strife, unsuppressed,
And it will grow to be the best that I have known as such.
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