I’m not home until you’re wherever I am. My heart runs with yours beating in time like it was always meant to match your rhythm. All that I love I see in you.
Your hair soft like downy feathers. Your hands rough like ancient stones. Your eyes change color with the scenery.
The forest looks good on you. You wear it in the way you move. Slowly mindfully you flow through me like the purest stream.
Stay forever, my lungs can’t breathe the air without your scent lingering in it. Without words our bodies communicate. This love I’ve never felt or could replicate.
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