I long for when you hold me close,
These are the moments I love the most.
You pull my hair back and kiss my cheek,
Avoiding the tears that begin to leak.
You hold me closer and I shut my eyes,
Because in my stomach I feel buterflies.
When you kiss my lips I feel connected,
Hold me tighter I want to feel protected.
I open my eyes and look into yours,
Then I think to myself, "Could I be who he adores?".
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