I’ve got those feelings again:
Bubbles and heartthrob and all the clichés.
Find me in your eyes,
And see yourself through mine.
Your touch can melt me to the bone.
Every word you speak is truth.
Each day I spend in your presence is a blessing beyond measure.
For there is power in the smallest things,
And the meaning’s in the details.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
I’ve got those feelings again:
Bubbles and heartthrob and all the clichés.
Find me in your eyes,
And see yourself through mine.
Your touch can melt me to the bone.
Every word you speak is truth.
Each day I spend in your presence is a blessing beyond measure.
For there is power in the smallest things,
And the meaning’s in the details.
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