He read it in her fingers,
the way she clutched at him and smiled in her sleep.
She felt it in the tangle of their arms and legs;
sleep could not tear them from each other.
He saw it in her eyes,
shining with morning’s surprise and dimming with evening’s sleepy contentment.
She tasted it in his kisses,
the wild, consuming ones and the soft, loving ones.
He heard it in her voice,
in her untamed, happy laughter and her whispers of eternal love.
They saw it in each other’s souls,
the promises of life, love, and order being completely within their grasp.
And they grasped it tightly, and never let it go.
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