Apologies for the lack of post yesterday, I went to see Les Mis (brilliant, heartbreaking).
You caught me,
Laying languidly across my sofa,
Half in dream.
(Though I did not look a dream.)
Glasses and face mashed absurdly by sofa arm
Nose and eyes running from some affliction.
Yet, you still ambled softly over,
And kissed me, featherlight,
And removed my spectacles,
And brushed my hair so
It would not irritate me as I slept.
How can you love me so?
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