the face, the curves,
the dimples and brow,
the love it serves
as I look at you now.
one glance, that grin
the pearls, smooth and sweet;
my heart beats within
as it will when lips meet.
dear face I see
with warmth all its own
calls one word to me,
my heart whispers:
home.
Written 5.17.11 @ 10:36 PM
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