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That I can turn, head down, heart sore, and be held by you.
That my frown is so easily turned to smile,
And you can turn the weakest of smiles to laughter.

That we can sit and talk for hours.
That you even smile when I can't stop talking,
And yet we can do comfortable silences.

That even when you annoy me,
I still feel that pull to you,
And sometimes it even, grudgingly, makes me laugh.

That no matter how tired I feel,
I feel loved when I am with you,
And it suits me.

You stand behind me to make sure I have something to lean against.
I know that if I cried, you would hold me,
And absorb the pain.

That you worry whenever I lose my spark,
And that you want to reignite it.
That you can.

Thank you.