Sentamental
The sensation I feel,
every time you are near,
Never spoiling my dreams or cheers.
Tall and strong I'm in your arm,
Making all the wrong be gone.
Enlighting my every word.
Now matter how silly when heard.
Trusting and free always there for me.
In love is a splendid thing to be.
Copyright © Venessa Medina-Rosas | Year Posted 2011
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