7:56 am Thoughts

I don't think you know,
But you've become every 11:111 wish,
Every wishing fountain coin toss,
Every shooting star,
Each dandelion fluff,
And eyelash blown far.
In every wish is the whisper of you.
Your health.
Your joy.
Your success.
Our relationship.
Our future.
I can't help it,
I'm naturally a dreamer,
But darling,
You gave me something to dream for.

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