Your eyes will always caress my face,
your hand will always touch my cheek, tenderly, furtively…
your arm will always wind across my shoulder, wanting to pull me close but shying away….
your lips will always find mine and it will always be the first kiss…
you will always say a million things without saying a world, making me blush...
"Say it…" you will always keep demanding, in response to the love in my eyes…
You are not mine, but i borrowed some of you from life….
My body will go on, but my soul has found peace in those moments…
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