Her arms are my refuge,
her smell is my perfume.
The more I stay with her,
the more things are clear to me.
Thoughts of her are always in my head,
her voice is like nothing I've ever heard.
I love her, no two ways,
nothing can change that, nothing "Simon says".
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
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