Douglas LaFreniere

My Heart My Grace

It Drips of Rapid Heart Beats
You Can't Explain It or Can You

A Kiss on the Back of Your Neck
The Way She Stands Waiting for You
The Scent of Her Hair That Can't Escape your Day
Listening to Her Heart Beat as She Dreams of Tomorrows Hope
The Feel of Her Hand as She Wipes your Tears with Innocents and Care
Knowing She Feels Your Sorrow Your Joy

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