The Smallest Things

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Just the smallest things astound me

From the feel of the wind blowing through my hair

To the beaming of the sun kissing my skin

From the sound of the birds chirping away

To the rain drops dripping down my arms

From the smell of his cologne

To the taste of his kiss starting from my lips, to my neck, to my body all over

All down to the look in your eyes saying what I already know without a sound

And that smile of yours bright as the sun singing the melody not even the bird can sing touching my heart that the heat of the sun has no comparison

Created: Apr 14, 2014

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