In the morning,
With just the right amound,
Of cream and milk.
Christmaslights hung in,
Trees and tents,
At summer parties.
Sand wiggeling,
Between my toes,
Water playing,
At the strand.
Even in those,
Tiny moments,
I don't think,
I've ever laughed,
So easily,
As now that I share them,
With thy.
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