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Without

 

 

There is something about waking up beside you,
To find your hand interwoven between mine or your arm around me
Almost as if you were afraid that the night might steal me away
 
There is something about waking up beside you,
To watch you deep in slumber,
In a tangle of sheets, limbs. 
 
There is something about waking up beside you,
Knowing that I am irrevocably yours, and you, mine. 
And the contentment within
 
There is something about waking up beside you,
That I can’t quite figure out,
But I am pretty sure it’s the one thing I cannot live without. 

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