What do you consider to be softness?

Is it the way the clouds brush the horizon at dusk?

Or the foam of the waves crashing on the shore?

Do you consider softness to be the touch of your love?

Or perhaps you consider softness to be the back of a kitten

Maybe to you softness is a light reasurring voice.

Or a dimly lit library.

Sofness to you could be lying in the grass staring at the stars.

Or could it possibly be just lying in his arms?

For I could continue your guess what softness is to you and you could do the same to me.

But for now, Lets be eachothers softness

For with you, softness is key.

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