My love.

He is the first to greet me every morning.

He lays with me in the dark all night.

He protects me from creepy crawlies,

without ever thinking of himself.

He stays by my side until we have to part for the day.

He waits for my return every evening.

If the world could see me through his eyes

I would surely be a goddess.

If this isn’t true love,

I don’t know what is.

Happy Caturday, my love.

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