A Perfect Match

July 9, 2010
I look into your eyes

And see how you feel.

I touch your hand

Sparks ignite

Were they meet.

We are connected

In so many ways

That cannot be told

With words alone.

Butterflies flutter

In my stomach.

Warmth spreads

From my heart.

When we are together

All of our troubles


Do you remember

The spot in your arms

Where I fit perfectly,

And how it seems

That my fingers

Are meant

To go between yours?

We are meant

To be together.

This is true love.

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