Your face makes me smile.
Even the memory of looking at you gladdens my heart.
I love the way you walk and dance.
I love the way you make me laugh.
Is there anything better than to have the memory of you tickle me?
Do I love you?
When I think of not having you in my life, of not seeing you again,
all the joy slips away from my being.
Do I love you?
If I could no longer think of you as part of me,I would feel incomplete.
Do I love you?
If I knew that you would never hold me again
the aching in my heart and my arms would become unbearable.
Do I love you?...I hope not.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Your face makes me smile.
Even the memory of looking at you gladdens my heart.
I love the way you walk and dance.
I love the way you make me laugh.
Is there anything better than to have the memory of you tickle me?
Do I love you?
When I think of not having you in my life, of not seeing you again,
all the joy slips away from my being.
Do I love you?
If I could no longer think of you as part of me,I would feel incomplete.
Do I love you?
If I knew that you would never hold me again
the aching in my heart and my arms would become unbearable.
Do I love you?...I hope not.
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