you

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You don't know how much I crave for your touch,
just an eye contact and I blush.

you catch me looking at you and then you stare,
uf those magnetic eyes and agh those pretty pretty hair.

I hold your hand and you give me that comforting smile,
You make me feel the kind of safe while telling me without words that you're aware I'm not fragile.

I can talk about an insecurity and I won't ever feel judged,
Your numerous ways some which you might not be aware of but it makes me feel loved,

And even if we would be far apart one day, I know a few things you won't talk of.
I know you won't but if you ever part ways, there is so much love about you that I would think of.

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