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Cherish… The word that comes to mind when I think of you And the way that you look at me Love… Echoes within each word you say The sound resonating within my soul An infatuation with the way you speak Passion… Trails from your fingertips As they glide across my skin Taking me higher and higher And bringing me down again Safe… Wrapped in the warmth of your arms Peaceful and free I am home In your arms I am home Love… You and all the things that make you wonderful Your mind and the wisdom you share Your heart and the strength you project All the ways you show that you care Your ambition and your drive To create and nurture a better life The contagiousness of your hope Cherish… Those sweet little things that you do that reassure and support me The tenderness you aren’t afraid to show The emotions that pass between us Like electricity flying through the air Your eyes tell me you love me And I feel it with every touch You know just how to love me And make my poor heart gush.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
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Cherish… The word that comes to mind when I think of you And the way that you look at me Love… Echoes within each word you say The sound resonating within my soul An infatuation with the way you speak Passion… Trails from your fingertips As they glide across my skin Taking me higher and higher And bringing me down again Safe… Wrapped in the warmth of your arms Peaceful and free I am home In your arms I am home Love… You and all the things that make you wonderful Your mind and the wisdom you share Your heart and the strength you project All the ways you show that you care Your ambition and your drive To create and nurture a better life The contagiousness of your hope Cherish… Those sweet little things that you do that reassure and support me The tenderness you aren’t afraid to show The emotions that pass between us Like electricity flying through the air Your eyes tell me you love me And I feel it with every touch You know just how to love me And make my poor heart gush.
Angel Ann Fulford 2/2017
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
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