Like fire, but colder,
like a whisper, but bolder,
she laid her head upon my shoulder
and succumbed to the gentleness of sleep.
The flames began to smolder,
still young, but getting older,
I put my arm around to hold her
and then I myself fell asleep.
Like darkness, but brighter,
like iron, but lighter,
in my dreams I held her tighter
as we breathed together in sleep.
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