By Emmy Rubin
Contributor
I love you in the morning,
When you dance in the bathroom
As you brush your teeth.
I love you in the afternoon,
When you sit alone outside
Reading a book under a tree
I love you in the evening,
When you get home and call your friends
On your pink rotary phone
But most of all -
I love you underneath the moon,
When I stand in the shadows of your room
As you sleep, at peace, but not alone.
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