Love, you are funny, barefoot,
hair mused, shirt worn
and a dream dazed grin
on that usually bright face.
Where have your rugged shoes gone?
And your leisurely, controlled steps
have turned into a punch drunk dance.
You are like
a boy awake
at three in the morn,
someone to scoop
with a kiss to the forehead
before gently tucking into bed.
So let me laugh
and admire the honesty
of a man as he is
for just one unguarded moment-
sleepy, sweet, and

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