The Moment
The way your bright greenish blue eyes shine,
your beautiful smile,
the way your skin feels against mine,
carries me away further than a mile.
The way we mess around,
how you look so fine,
the way your voice will always sound,
sends chills down my spine.
The warm breeze,
your strong arms around me,
a tight squeeze,
that will never set me free.
The cool wind tells us all,
what we can't see,
but would you catch me if i fall?
and would it be just you and me?
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