With You I Have
Looked off Dover's chalk white cliffs
and felt infinitesimal bliss
Felt the breeze slip through my grip
Just like your elusive kiss
Lost myself in your eyes
Im sorry love; they are still too hard to define
And witnessed love, bloom and shine
Held your hand and can quickly find
Your smile etched upon my mind
Copyright © Will Henry | Year Posted 2016
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