Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A gentle brush of her fingers

A gentle brush of her fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine.
In the love I see in her eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

She greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss.
If she were to ever leave me,
I couldn’t imagine what I’d miss.

Maybe it’s her touch,
Or the way she makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I’m head over heels.

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