Unconditional Love
Here I sit at a table
of worn wood
with cards in my hands
and a whisper at my ear
as the cards
and sensations
mesh into more
to tell of secrets
as I delve into mysteries
with the knowledge
that I am loved
a certainty never known
before him
Aww you made me tear up with this
You are loved, my heart. Endlessly and without condition
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