I WANT TO BUILD YOU A HOUSE.

I want to build you a house
made from my arms.
I want to make you a bed
in my lap to rest your head.
And the breeze blowing through the
house
will be my hands brushing your hair
as you sleep.
And the world will be as warm as the
oneness of a hug
and as strong as our embracing arms.
And we shall breathe songs as we
sleep
and make poems without speech.
What more could we ask for but
lullabies of love?
And to wake up with the delicate dawn
smiling in our eyes.

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