Hugs are love.

He hugs me extra tight, tonight,
His way of saying, 
it's going to be all right.
I try to pull away 
but he doesn't let go.
Words don't come easily for him, 
but hugs do, I know.
I love you, 
the hug says. 
You're safe, 
it reminds me. 
And I cuddle his shoulder and smile, 
knowing, 
I am Loved. 

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