Depth

In the deepest lows you shall still find my hand, reaching out to hold you close.

In the deepest lows you shall hear my voice. Calling out to bring you close.

There's no happiness I shall seek than the smiles and laughter you bless me with. 

Smiles and laughter; brought on by our times in each other's arms.

Smiles and laughter; that shall remain no matter how dark the clouds.

Smiles and laughter; Just knowing we exist in each other's lives.

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