My Love

by Tim Trapp   Dec 5, 2005


Only to see your face,
In my secret place.
The feel of your hand,
Is the closes I can get.

Every time our eyes have met,
I can see the sparkle;
Like a diamond ring,
When you look into mine.

Oh the feel of your body,
Is what my heart longs for.
Every time I walk into the door,
I look to see if you're there.

My heart leaps like a Mexican jumping bean,
Every time I've looked and seen.
Knowing just one more touch of your hand,
Will get me through until we meet again.
My life is like a force field,
When you're around, I can see you;
But, I can't touch and in my mind only do.

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