When I'm with You
When I'm wrapped
in the sweet embrace
of your arms,
I feel my thoughts drift
between the two of us
like smoke.
When we lay beside each other
looking into the other's eyes
I know it's love.
The way you brush hair
from my face when the sun
peaks through the windows.
when you hold me tight
and let me cry
before we say goodbye.
I know I've got my head
in the clouds but you
bring me back down to earth.
You make me love
without regrets and without
second-guessing.
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