*I love with my hands
with a warm embrace,
a light pat on the back,
high fives, fist bumps
two thumbs up*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my feet
when I wait in line,
while window-shopping,
running away with you,
walking down the aisle*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my eyes
that still weep
long after you're gone,
that have baggage
big enough to carry yours*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my lungs
you
are
my
oxygen*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my brain
the mind finds patterns, makes connections
you paint everything I see, hum every song I hear
you are every fragance, each succulent morsel
and in slumber, still I find you in my dreamscape*
A heart may not be for loving.
*A heart may not be for loving,
but without it I cannot think
I won't see what I touch
or where I'm going
And I won't remember to breathe.*
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
*I love with my hands
with a warm embrace,
a light pat on the back,
high fives, fist bumps
two thumbs up*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my feet
when I wait in line,
while window-shopping,
running away with you,
walking down the aisle*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my eyes
that still weep
long after you're gone,
that have baggage
big enough to carry yours*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my lungs
you
are
my
oxygen*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my brain
the mind finds patterns, makes connections
you paint everything I see, hum every song I hear
you are every fragance, each succulent morsel
and in slumber, still I find you in my dreamscape*
A heart may not be for loving.
*A heart may not be for loving,
but without it I cannot think
I won't see what I touch
or where I'm going
And I won't remember to breathe.*
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