Love poem #205

I want to be close to you.

To see your smile as it’s the sun that rises in my day.

To kiss your lips, the bloom of a flower each morning.

To feel your touch, the warm gentle breeze on a humid and hot summer day.

Your arms, your heart, are part of mine.

Like the tree and it’s roots to the soil and to the earth, you are my home.

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