A gentle brush of his fingers
Sending shivers down my spine,
In the loveI see in his eyes
Is a love that equals mine.
He greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss
If he were to ever leave me
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss
Maybe it's his touch,
Or the way he makes me feel
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.
By. Danyka H.
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