love me roughly & honestly in the way of morning breath & bedhead
with a faithfulness that sees us through
middle age and apathy
be the smile in my eyes as I breathe my last
love me voraciously & purely
in the way of pretty, delicate saints & Romantic sonnets
with a desperate need that sees you through
my flaws & imperfections
be the curve in my lip as I ponder quiet moments
love me simply and… for ever
in the way of past generations and Johnny Cash
with a steadfast gleam that sees you & me through
this life and eternity
be the lover I don’t have the faith to believe in
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