Aaaw! He looks like an Insane drunken angel!

He buys me little gifts just just just just because, and flowers and love and I’m glad i am his and no other’s.  Sleep and snore right next to me and i adore the calm fall and rise of your chest. I want you to only ever see me at my very best. I forgot how to write love poems, simply ramble on about the homes i imagine we could build and all the soil your hands would till, be still my heart be still.

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