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"touch"


Think about you, night and day,
the first time you said my name!.!.
Mouth drops open, words come out!.
this what love is truely about!.

Your skin it grows so very pale,
lips so red, a chery veil!.!.
Hair hangs down in tiny curls,
teeth as white as ocean pearls!.

I want you now, right now then!.
I'd marry you, it's not a sin!.
A promise made, your dad, a vow!.
waited so long, won't break it now!.

I reach out, your face to touch,
you are so real, I feel so much!.
Million thoughts run through my brain,
can't wait till our name's the same!.

Now the time has come so real
no more time we have to steal!.
Our life our love, reduced to touch,
our lives in Denver, mean that much!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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