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When I am WIth You


When I am With You

 

I am lucky to feel the loving touch of your fingertips drag along my arms,

as my goosebumps rise higher than the mountains.

I am proud to get clammy hands and still feel butterflies swarm around in my stomach.

I am glowing from within my eyes with love and passion.

I am seeing you,

and suddenly nothing else seems to matter.

The world does not seem so dark and the weight of life now floats above my shoulders.

I am at home, when I am with you.

 
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