Monday, July 8, 2013

untitled #37

From the first time I felt your hand
Your cheeks flush with nerves
A hint of rose pink bleeding out
The first time I felt your lips
A union long into the making, born upon us eons ago
The sweetest things forever reside in our thoughts
The first time you looked at me intently
Far more intense than a glance
Our eyes lock and fray
Oh, they dance
The first time I saw your face
Replays in my mind like an old movie
A moment in time not soon to be forgotten 

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