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Aug 2012
Our eyes begin the first line,
Blinking out metaphors
As we share secrets without speaking.
Our hands start the rhythm,
Fingers interlocking and swinging
     with every footstep.
Our voices create the verse,
And the chorus comes to life
As we kiss, as we kiss.
Whispers becoming rhymes.
How I would adore spending eternity
Writing poems with you.
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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