You have this charm,
this certain delicate touch.
The ability to reach into
my day and affect it so much.
My soul is disturbed,
ecstacy results as a product
of your love.
I will return with packets of trust,
what we have I hold in my clutch.
Dreams become reality with
kisses a must.
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