I twist my quivering fingers through yours,
You peer at me and smile,
Your heart with mine has opened so many doors
And makes my dreams all seem worthwhile.
I press my lips to your forehead and
I promise I won't loose my grasp,
Not ever, in a million years for you
Have given me more than I could ask.
26.12.09
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