Our eyes uttered messages of sleep deprivation as they struggled to remain open.
Yours met mine.
They spoke of love to each other,
in the light of the rising sun that splashed colors of assorted hues against the ever brightening sky.
Your hands sang of love in volumes as they skipped and ran through my hair.
Our lips remained closed,
but out of the gentle stillness rang sentences of love that spoken words could not truly convey.
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