Sometimes I catch myself 

staring at you — 

watching your lips part 

when you speak; 

feeling a certain serene uneasiness 

as you look into my eyes. 

Your slight touch 

sends a warm shiver up my spine; 

and I gently ache all over 

whenever I feel your breath on mine. 

My arms long to hold you, 

while my body, to be next to yours. 

Somewhere deep within my soul 

there’s something I need you to know; 

but every time I look at you 

I start feeling all this again, 

and I find myself lost once more 

in your being.


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