Saturday, 16 February 2019

The Way You Touch



I'm sure I've seen you before

because I remember the warm smile of yours.
It all happened before and never,
because the reminder are lilac roses.

One, two, three
I found not a friend but a lover in thee.
Nothing ever felt like a dream nor fantasy,
until we danced in a deadly waltz.

And I'm smiling because I remember
The fresh love
The warm smile
And the way you ever touched.

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