She glanced at his furrowed brow
Saw the pain within his eyes,
Knew just now hard he tried
Each day simply to provide a life,
Much better than the one just past
She knew the struggle made him tired,
Made him downcast
And appreciated his efforts, for he did this for them
So that maybe he could create a future that’s golden.
The gratitude she showed
She decided to transpose in a single kiss,
Placed upon his aching lips,
With a hope of breathing into him
New hope, new life,
With all the love and all the might
She could muster to inspire,
To continue to stoke the fire
Of the passion he possessed
Knowing that in being with him
She was blessed.
fauxcroft 
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