Every night when I go to sleep
I imagine your eyes,
Reflecting back at me.
I imagine your eyes,
As the last thing I see.
And when I wake,
I pray you'll be there
Waiting for each breath you'll take.
A fist tightly clenched,
Turns to a hand intertwined,
Holding none but mine.
I've remained in your arms ever since.
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