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Nov 2010
He looks at me and smiles
And my insides melt to goo
He pulls me close, lips to my ear
And whispers "I love you"

He takes my hand instantly
Our fingers intertwine
He claims that I make his day
But I know that he makes mine

I shuffle closer to him
Because I like him near
I feel his finger on my cheek
As he sweeps away my hair

He looks at me and smiles
And my insides melt to goo
He pulls me close, lips to my ear
And whispers "I love you"
Written by
Rachel Sinclair
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