Between sheets soft
And warm
Woolen blankets
In the dead of winter,
And below
Zero temperatures,
To slowly come alive
Before the light comforting morning
Rustling of sheep bells while
Waiting for the woman you love
Nuzzled against you
To wake and join you,
Coupled in awe before all
That has come about
Between the two of you—
And still is.
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