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Near, that I touch


You, a person that I met

Near my home, on Picotee

Unknown by name,

Your eyes told me we are same,

Still a stranger, so much want to know

Inner, my harts started to blow

 

Everywhere, only the question: Who?

Anxious about what to do

When close, I felt your parfum,

When far away, I am in the doldrums

 

A passion to be?

Something like boiling in me,

It’s the calling from your soul

Mine, knowing I am yours

 

Your touch, how smooth could be

Your words, how touchy

Your kiss, how breathtaking

Living, how bliss and alive

 

Having life is only when beating both hearts

Is only when breathing both souls

It is only when holding each other’s hands

It is only speaking using both pair of lips.

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