To be loved.

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I want him to cook dinner...

Hug in the hallway barefoot...

I think husband...

Husband!!! Not lover, not sleeping...





And when in the evening at home hot,

I want the handle to take it

And go for a walk together in the Park...

The two of us and nobody else...

I want to wash his shirts...

Trust cherished dreams...

Smile with your heart, not a stretch...

Not to burn grievances bridges...

Don't like to judge and rant...

Not trying to sleep on the ceiling...

Breakfast want him to cook...

To fall asleep with hand in his...

We hide and seek we play...

To put them in the Temple, with faith, a candle...

And people family to gather

At one big table want...

Light you want to be in his window...

And then, decades later,

Collect them in the kitchen crumbs...

I want to cook him dinner...

I want to give him the attention

Sincerity, warmth, reliable rear...

And these are all my efforts,

Just that he loved me.