This thing we call love

by Angela aston   Jan 16, 2013


My heart beating,
my mind racing, hands shaking,
as you stare, whisper in my ear
beautiful, stubbling to grasp a breathe. reaching for your hand as you grab mine first.
can't take my eyes off of you,
run your fingers through my hair,
telling me i'm forever yours.

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