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It's not the curve of your lips;
it's the taste of your smile.
Melting marshmallows and cool, sharp chocolate.
Crumbs of graham cracker stick to the tongue
It can't be the touch of your hand;
it's got to be the scent of your skin.
Wood smoke invades, pervades, lingers,
coating everything in it's comforting aroma.
I won't accept the words that you say;
I want the lilt of your voice.
Tones that flow from one wave to the next,
Ebbing at my state of consciousness.
It's never been the tone of your muscles;
it will always be the power of your presence.
Tugging back on my hand, jerking me away,
When I've dared to venture too far.
You're Beautiful to Me
it's the taste of your smile.
Melting marshmallows and cool, sharp chocolate.
Crumbs of graham cracker stick to the tongue
It can't be the touch of your hand;
it's got to be the scent of your skin.
Wood smoke invades, pervades, lingers,
coating everything in it's comforting aroma.
I won't accept the words that you say;
I want the lilt of your voice.
Tones that flow from one wave to the next,
Ebbing at my state of consciousness.
It's never been the tone of your muscles;
it will always be the power of your presence.
Tugging back on my hand, jerking me away,
When I've dared to venture too far.
You're Beautiful to Me
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I want 2 read this 2 my husband!! Can I have ur permission 2 quote ur poem??