Spark Poem by charity howard

Spark



Your hand holds mine
the spark brings back what it felt like
when I could call you mine
brings back what it felt like
when our lips collided for the first time
it's like we keep starting over again
running in circles
repeating the same words
the spark comes back
but will you still love me
when the butterflies are gone

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