I pick flowers
The dining table looks nice with baby's breath and lilies
I fluff pillows
Soft, sleepy breathing soon follows
I make coffee
Bitter aroma floats around the house
I lay out a blanket
"The moon and stars look lovely tonight, don't they?"
A slow smile graces their lips
"Yes, they are lovely"
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Acts of Service
PoetryThis is how i interpret the love language acts of service... or maybe im writing about myself