A bit of heaven
in every minute of waiting
in each note and endless pause to the next
at any moment between wide-open eyes and a blink of a flash
at the bottom of the coffee mug
at the very edge of a single tear that will never fall
at the window with a butterfly that stopped from distant roads
and tells of a distant region where it met you
in all books
in all songs
in every expectation when someone rings
in every apple that has not yet been eaten
like in a box with a lamb that no one has ever seen
and yet believes it lives
you are everywhere
my love that lives and breathes
only with you
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