Show

Up at my front door and tell me you can’t imagine spending this life without me.

Show me your heart bare and ugly. Tell me all the pain can leave me now. Holding my heart, show my hands strength and my fingers hope.

Show up at my house and hold me so hard that I finally feel it. Take my face in your hands and tell me you won’t let me go. No matter what it takes. See my eyes close and cry as my arms fold around you.

Show up; you love me.

Show me you love me enough to stay.

Ask me to love you until we die.

And I will.

Come now, show up at my door and grow old with me.

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