Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me
I know he loves me dearly
Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me
He doesn’t need stones
to mark his love.
His hands speak louder
than rings ever could.
When he pulls me close,
there’s a warmth I feel
that no jewel could catch,
no metal could hold.
His touch is quiet,
like a promise,
soft but certain.
It stays long after he’s gone.
He knows the language
of skin and soul,
knows how to reach me
without a single word.
No diamonds on my fingers,
but a thousand touches
that tell me every day,
I am seen, I am wanted,
I am enough.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Lovely and so true - there is so much that is said with a gentle touch. I am big on affection in a relationship, and even if it dies, it tends to die with it.