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I know that at the end of the day

My darling

You will say something

And it will bring me home

As I turn around

And find you cooking something new

Absorbed in your art

With your beautiful amber eyes

Glowing, as you look at

Your perfect, undisturbed creation

And I look at you, still amused

How my aching, found a cure

I will never know for sure

And then later, you play the piano

As I close my eyes

Wrapped in your green throw

Flowing with more love than I am

Than I am allowed to show

Maybe you will never love me the way

I love you

But I know you will say something

And it will bring me home

May I never know the boundary of your care

May I die before I have to share

All this peaceful glory in the form of you

I know you will say something

And it will being me home.

-Al