Love Its Perfect Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

It's perfect, and touches me deep
First thing in the morning, when
I hear you speak
And last thing at night as you bid
me sweet dreams
The brush of your lips lets me
know what you mean
And all of the hours that pass
through the day
Those spent together and when
you're away
I think of you always, imagine
your touch
Think how to show you, I love
you so much
So when we're apart, and you
long
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