let the sun go home
and leave us the night
to cuddle within and dream
i want the midnight hour
to be as soft as the palms of your hands
and the roar of the surf
to speak as loud as your shy laugh
let the sun find us
right where we need to be
smiling bright enough to block out all troubles
silent enough to speak with the breeze
and you, content to just be with me.
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