Love
I miss looking into her eyes as I hold her close to me, as she sits with her knees folded to her chest, with my left arm beneath her knees and my right arm holding her back and closer to me.Her big brown eyes, framed by her long eyelashes, speak more than any volume of love poetry, and touches deeper than anything else.
posted by keninabu @ 11:23 PM
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