Written by Jacob Ibrag
I wake up. You’re right there. Can’t help but smile.
Gotta be sure though. I’ll kiss your eyebrows and lips,
and you would reciprocate. Morning bliss. I’m not imagining
this. Fifty years later. Still can’t believe it. You’re exactly the same,
caring for me unconditionally. God give’s few gifts. I’d throw them
all away just to relive our moments. I still feel like that kid
that mustered up the courage to kiss you underneath
our winters blanket. Serenity. “Marry me.”


Reblogged this on Smile Circulation and commented:
Just beautiful!
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Beautiful, and so real. Well done.
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Thank you Rachel 🙂
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