Fitter. Happier.

11.41

Nothing has tasted as sweet as
The ocean of your joy;
It is the song of an otherwise bleak morning.

It stays by the embrace of my soul,
As if it misses the very warmth of my flesh,
Which at times felt flattering, at the very least,
And more than redeeming at most.

Each time a whisper or a sigh under your divine lips finds my ear,
Darling, please know that I find nothing more in life to be more euphoric
Than the ripples of your of your breath upon my skin,
The sensation drumming through my numbness,
Soothing the air.

And the music never ends; it is too deep
To scale, too wide to gauge by my own measures; I will not try.
If I say, by this moment, I had lived at my fullest,
I’d be lying.

For each beat of this heart fulfills me ever more,
And, my darling, I’ll not wish for an encore.
If it is by this heart that I owe my whole life,
Then I’m very much alive, and I owe it to you.

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