i see the smile that plays
there between the blue and the white
the dancing
graceful
smile
that your face never betrays
breaks my sadness
when i hold your hand
gently with mine own
the warmth of it gives me
joy
the soft carress
makes my heart
soar
when i brush your lips
the softness of them
against my cheek
or lips
or neck
gives me courage
when i hold you
gently in my arms
i know that
the only grief i'll ever have
is to let you go.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 11:32 AM
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