My Love

April 27, 2009
Every hair you toy.
Fills me up with joy.

Every kiss you bring to my lips.
Makes my heart do flips.

Every touch you bring.
Makes the love birds sing.

Every breath you make.
My soul, you take.

But when you say goodbye…
I swear! I’ll die!

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