I want. . .
To lay in a field and watch the stars smile down on us.
A hand to lace my fingers in and a sigh to share.
To fill a smirk with tears only by snuggling.
A silent conversation that's louder than a bluegrass band.
To wander through the woods and never wonder if we'll get home.
A moment when moments cease and irises engrave each other.
To know and to be known in a ceaseless study session.
A whirlwind that mixes our souls and sings soft, strong, and smooth.
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