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UntamedUnwanted

Published: Sep 12, 2012

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I love your belief in God.
 Not because it matches mine.  
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.

  You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.  

(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)

It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
 I want to wrap my prayers around you.
 I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.  
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
 and dream your nightmares for you.

 

(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)

In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away

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K,

You make this, meeting the parents, studying, job hunting, memories, broken hearts, happiness, sadness...all of this, easy. And on top of it all, you are my good luck charm too.

Love you from the very bottom of my heart,

N.