Sierra R
May 9, 2010

You make me happy;
Smiling that sneaky smile,
Tracing your fingers, lightly
Brushing my cheek

Smiling that sneaky smile
You turn away, eyes sliding,
Brushing my cheek,
Out the window, beyond

You turn away, eyes sliding
Into the sunset.
Out the window, beyond
Where I can follow

Into the sunset,
Like a knight on a white horse
Where I can follow
With my eyes only

Like a knight on a white horse,
Like the heroes of old,
With my eyes only
I see your secrets

Like the heroes of old
You have a strong presence;
I see your secrets
Hidden within your touch

You have a strong presence;
Tracing your fingers lightly…
Hidden within your touch,
You make me happy

 
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