That look, in her eyes
painting an emotion in my mind
that longing
I'd reach out
connect
in ways I could never
speak my mind,
hands entwining
feeling genuine warmth, that kind she inspires
her head resting on my shoulder
as she does
And I cannot stop thinking
What'd happen if I just
gently stroked her hair, now
and tell her how much I truly adore her
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