It’s not strictly couplets, but it’s my take on the subject matter.
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I know which one is my husband’s breathing
As I listen at the top of the stairs
He arrives, smiling, on the third floor chest heaving
We have a kiss—my fingers in his hair
My husband knows the difference between discretion and valour
He thinks I don’t—but I’m not sure if that’s true.
I watch him when he’s sick—his pain; his pallor;
Stroking his head, and rubbing his shoulders, too.
The daily cares we soothe each other,
Discuss the hours we’ve spent in other’s lives
Talking about philosophy and science,
I hold him close and comfort when he cries.
I married a man of integrated kindness,
Though neither one of us can cope with too much pain,
We slip into the ocean ‘never mind us!’
Or walk the forest paths for inner gains.
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