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Painfully stuck in airport for hours wait,
Sitting here staring the clock ticks slowly.
Here with you life’s perfect –it doesn’t grate.
My arm falls asleep, your heavy head rolls,
Further onto my chest; I need to get up.
Legs start to tingle, I’ve sat too long so —
I gently moving your head; my ‘buttercup,’
You hate when I call you that but you make me smile.
Happiness, tranquility; I’m drugged.
Departure board reads, plane is still awhile.
Walking for coffee, some lunch, magazines.
You’re awake when I return, you beguile;
Your grin makes you quiver and I preen.
Unaware we stare, our stare held timeless.
You appreciate me (and food); your eyes gleam.
We’re both stuck here all night, it’s liveable,
We both forge a tighter bond insurmountable.
Painfully stuck in airport for hours wait.
Here with you, life’s perfect — it doesn’t grate.
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