Tell me,
Smother me with your true thoughts,
I want to know what makes you tic,
What makes you grow and grow,
With fondness in my heart,
Your image now is not enough,
I want to know your Soul,
I want to know of you, the All,
Your every feeling, great and small.
That is what Love is,
To love the exterior just won't do,
Love's rivers run so deeply thru,
They must cross mountains and the seas,
They must run deep, they seek to see,
The total personality,
The magic mixture of all this,
So often sealed within a kiss.
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Sandra I'm overwhelmed.The feeling and the thought are blended fabulously.