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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.