A Gentle Touch

A gentle brush of his fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine
In the love I 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 can't imagine what I wouldn't miss

Maybe it's his touch
Or the way he makes me feel
But whatever it is
I'm head over heels




Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-06-01 at 02:44

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