March 18, 2012

Our Hearts

He holds me when I start to cry. Makes me smile with just his eyes. Shares my hopes, dreams, fears. Wipes away all my tears. I love him without regret. When I saw him I fell in love, and he smiled because he knew. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. But always we make love with our hearts. Ole, I love you and I won't stop loving you.

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