I love the way you touch my face,
Your hands as soft as snow,
I love the way you call me dear,
And fill me with your glow.
I love the way you laugh at me,
When I trip down the stairs,
I love the way you help me up,
Amonst onlookers' stares.
I love the way you call my name,
Your voice so low and pure,
I love the way that I love you,
And you are still unsure.
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Short Story / Thrillers
Poem / Poetry
Poem / Romance
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