Love's Arms.

No one. No one ever has made me feel so extraordinary. Except him. His voice so smooth. His lips so soft, like his hands. He painted a picture in my life, even greater than the one I had painted myself. It’s beautiful; he calls me that. My heart sang and he danced. His eyes see through me, they hear me. Our hearts both beat the same. Luck came easy for me. I didn't have to try. For once. Love’s arms just found some way to keep me safe. I bet you can hear my heart beating, just by reading these words. Time spent together is time without a clock. No ticking or tocking; just talking. Trust took place of secrecy. I feel like I’m drowning in his ocean eyes. But I keep swimming. I know that my hands were made to fold into his.





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