The Gentle Touch
Every day that I have awoken, she has been there
Without delay, simple relief taken for granted
I don't know what I'd do without her
Invisible beauty
The calmness I desire
Her innocence is infinite
Some don't like her at times
But I know better than that
She knows no hatred
Equality is never a question
Sometimes she's all you want
She's always all that you need
Do you know who she is?
Just take a breath
Maybe you'll figure it out
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