For it was not in my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
For it was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
For it was not my hand you held, but my love.
For it was not my voice that you heard, but my tears.
For it was not my skin you caressed, but my essence.
For it was not my scent you inhaled, but my presence.
You spoke to my heart.
You touched my soul.
You embraced my love.
You listened to my tears.
You felt my essence.
You recognized my presence.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
For it was not in my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
For it was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
For it was not my hand you held, but my love.
For it was not my voice that you heard, but my tears.
For it was not my skin you caressed, but my essence.
For it was not my scent you inhaled, but my presence.
You spoke to my heart.
You touched my soul.
You embraced my love.
You listened to my tears.
You felt my essence.
You recognized my presence.
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