Acts of service
I would love to wrap myself in a blanket carefully woven from your kind words.
I would put your laugh on my lips like chapstick to soothe the sting.
I would stitch your smile into the elbows of my jacket to patch the wear.
In return I would give you a smoulder to keep you warm through the night.
I would give you a cool quip to soothe your headaches.
I would give you the syncopated rhythm of my heartbeat every time you say my name.
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