Hanging on the sound of the swinging gate
So I can throw open the door for you
I still lie every night
Warming the sheets to welcome you in
So I can kiss your lips goodnight
I still wake every morning
Making you a flask of coffee before you leave
So I can wave you on your road
I still love you in undiscovered ways
Tingling in anticipation and realisation when you're near
So I can reach out and touch you
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