Poetry, Writing

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Love seems like such a generic term 
So superficial
Compared to how I feel 
Intangible revelations
Of an insatiable passion
For you, mind and body
You are so good for me
It’s a union of truth 
And sweet special pleasures
In the way you take my hand
And how you brush the stray hairs out of my eyes when we kiss
It’s in the way I see you across a crowded room
And I could just watch you for hours
Thinking about how good it is to be with you
And falling asleep in your arms is like drifting
In cool clear water under the hot summer sun
Without a care in the world
Just floating into 
Blissful peace with you
Dreaming
In starry eyed wonder
Of the beauty and richness
We share

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