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One morning he'll be greeted by slightly tossed pancakes and the sound of sizzling bacon.

An open window will invite a warm summer breeze that will brace his face and whisper "it's going to be a great day."

It won't even be afternoon yet, but the sun will beat down on black pavement, painted with dewy rain of yesterdays thunderstorms.

The smell of syrup will pierce his senses as I top the carefully made table with dahlia's from the garden.



Sit down, dear.

Enjoy the smell of freshly brewed coffee,

as you take a bite of your slightly buttered toast.



Slowly reaching satisfaction with each bite he takes--

I spin the dial until Etta James' "At Last" lightly fails through the air at my fingertips content.

The vibrations dance down towards the floor and tickle the walls as they awaken with sound.

And I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, with my hands resting on his chest.

I place a gentle kiss on his cheek and his expression asks me "why?"

My gaze replies, "Because when I look into you eyes, I see my reflection embedded into your soul."



Love is not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you.