Holy eyes

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Holy eyes meet to make lover’s kiss
Days turn to Sunday mornings
Sun for pillows, nights stars for sheets
Lying next to you makes the world spin
Faster the world spins as we move closer
You hold my hand, kissing the palms
Beautiful hands meet to sooth the touch
Sharpe smiles pierce a cold heart
Making it thrive for a hunger of love
Are hearts racing as race cars trying to win a race
Joy is presented like served on a silver platter
Happiness we eat with are eyes
Love we eat with are hearts





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