Every time
Every timeYou take
My hand
In yours,
I want to die.
Because
The feeling
It gives me
Puts me on a high.
The way you take my hand
And caress it
So gently
You make me smile
You make me think
That you are the one
For me.
Every time.
Poetry by Kel
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 05:12
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