You - Poem by Orlando Belo
The first time our fingers ever touched
we shared a contact so heavenly.
You took your heart and all your dreams,
and with a smile passed them to me.
When your beautiful eyes looked into mine,
you added a new sensation to my soul.
I was raised to unbelievable heights,
as if I had surpassed life as a whole.
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