She Is My Refuge


She’s the first I see in the morning light, the last one I touch in the darkness of night.

When I left today it took all my might, tears were certain as I drove slowly out of sight.

While awake I think of the night before, not enough time with the one I adore.

As I finally finish my last daily chore, I can see her waiting as I come through the door.

She beckons me to lie down in her rest; her promise of sweet dreams I cannot protest.

When we’re together again and the day is past, I lie down in the comfort of her, my bed at last.

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  1. This is amazing! I feel exactly the same way about my bed. And that picture is priceless lol

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