boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped
golden silver
with ribbon pink
flooded over
till i sink
is not what i want..
not that you cannot or must not
but the things that really count...
are your palms clasping mine warm
your hands wrapping my shoulders cold and damp
its the little words
called sweet nothings
caring gestures
unfathomable love
undescribable smile
that glint
that glimpse
that meets my eye
that counts...
hearts that speak
the language with no words
feelings..they are just feelings that have to be felt....
wordless silent
they melt ....
they are what that counts
not boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped golden silver
with ribbon pink
all flooded over..
till i sink...sink..sink..!!!
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reminds of this song by Jlo..my love don't cost a thing :)
you have an amazing sense of rythmn, it woudl be lovely to read this one to a soft piano tinkling along with the voice
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