It's Perfect - Poem by Sarah Bane
It's perfect, and touches me deep
First thing in the morning, When I
Hear you speak and last thing at
Night with you bid me sweet dreams
The brush of your lips lets me
Know what you mean.
All of the hours that pass through
The day. Those spent together and
When your away I think of you always,
Imagine your touch Think how to show
I love you so much.
So when we're apart, and long for me
Near. Just try to remember, You're already
Here deep in my heart, where no one can
See. You'll be forever, together we'll be.
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