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Feelings at the end of a day not in love

Watching the Damselfly of nature

My delight in the sound of wife

Sleeping in my wife's arms

All the poetry can never begin to describe my love

Are we willing to change our evil ways

White lies lead to something bigger

Wandering thoughts that come out in the night.

A music box melody of painful melodies

I would rather die than live with out my found soulmate