Tuesday, 9 February 2016

True Love 3

A gentle brush of his fingers threw my hair,
Sending shivers down my spine that I can't compare.
In the love I see in his eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

He greets me with a smile that unforgettable,
And leaves me with a kiss that melts my heart.
If he were to ever leave me,
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's his touch,
Or the way that we kiss.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels,
And only true loves can feel this.

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