A simple touch,
Holding of hands.
It's nothing special, as such.
But it still means so much.
A kiss on my forehead;
Your eyes meeting mine;
Wiping away the tears I shed;
They mean more than the words you've always said.
I don't need you to say, "I love you"
Every minute of the day.
Just hold me close, like you always do.
I'll understand how much I mean to you.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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