Everyday

October 27, 2017

You touch my hand, and my breath catches in my throat.

Even after all this time your touch electrifies me.

I look into your eyes and see my future.

Its bright. Its clear. No storms are approaching.

You tell me I am beautiful, and you show me too. Everyday.

I hope I do the same for you.

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