Caressing your hands for a thrill of love
Kiss your eyes so I don't drown in them
Touch your skin to see the red in your cheeks
Smell the flowers in the wheat field
Touching the mountains, of eternal purity
Kiss the path to the forbidden valley
Holding your hand all the way to the magic forest
And our hearts that merge to form only one
Kiss you tenderly, which means I love you
Loving shyly with true love
Dreaming without stopping day after day
I'd trade all that for a hug in your arms
To be a prisoner of your heart, perpetuity of happiness.
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Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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