My eyes hug the look you have in yours,
I didn't realise my heart was open for tours,
You've changed so much,
Without even a touch,
I'd love to hear your stretches in the morning,
On the way to work together; still yawning,
You're voice so soft to hear,
How long until I can hold you near?
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
My eyes hug the look you have in yours,
I didn't realise my heart was open for tours,
You've changed so much,
Without even a touch,
I'd love to hear your stretches in the morning,
On the way to work together; still yawning,
You're voice so soft to hear,
How long until I can hold you near?
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