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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