Unlike a blind man who gets familiar with someone
by tracing his finger on the contour of one’s face,
I can stay all day looking at your face
- the fine lines on your forehead
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Such delicate and tender observations. This is a beautiful poem.
I love these lines:
'Unlike a stranger shrugging when bumped on the shoulder
by someone unfamiliar,
I can comfortably sit and brush shoulders with you.'
'The gentleness of your fingers,
The strength in your shoulder'
'Holding your hands passionately
And sitting all day beside you, '
'My soul aches to know you more.'
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Such delicate and tender observations. This is a beautiful poem. I love these lines: 'Unlike a stranger shrugging when bumped on the shoulder by someone unfamiliar, I can comfortably sit and brush shoulders with you.' 'The gentleness of your fingers, The strength in your shoulder' 'Holding your hands passionately And sitting all day beside you, ' 'My soul aches to know you more.'