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He loved the way her hair would veil over them And the way she inhaled, slow and endless He loved the way she'd close her eyes and How her lips would always be in a smile - - - - - When she was beside him at night He would look at her until he fell asleep, Until he memorized all her freckles and Remembered the rise and fall of her chest; When she cries and covers her face He takes her in his arms and just Cradles her gently; In the mornings he'd kiss her softly And at night as well; And sometimes, When both felt strange and prosaic, Their hands meet under the sheets And intertwine in a mercilessly slow way But neither would look at the other.