My feet throb. I didn't realize how much I needed to rest until I sat down.
A gentle rap sounds on my door. "My darling, it's me."
His hand gently touches my head. His fingers run through my locks.
But I cannot look up.
He gently pulls me in, I feel his tears fall on my crown.
"My dear lamb, I will never run out of ways to say, 'I love you.' Are you not of more value than many sparrows?"
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