A Gentle Touch
A gentle brush of his fingers,
sending shiver down my spine.
In the love that equal mine.
He greets me with a smile,
and leaves me with a kiss.
If he were to ever leave me,
i couldn't imagine what i'd miss.
Or maybe it's his touch,
or the way he makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.
Copyright © Nancy Shumway | Year Posted 2010
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