My Love
Softly she whispers words of love.
Gentle, her fingers that caress.
How sweet the lips that place a kiss,
She fills my heart with tenderness.
Each passing hour seems more worthwhile,
Each precious moment treasured so.
As I look into her smiling eyes,
My love, what can it do, but grow.
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