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When I Hold You
To Bre
When I hold you, I genuinely hold onto you.
When I whisper things to you, I honestly bare my soul.
When I stare into your eyes, my gaze is stuck in awe of your beauty.
When I kiss you, I am really passing pieces of my love onto you.
When I miss you, my core aches.
Since I first held you my arms have not held another, nor have my hands.
My lips have not kissed another, not on the lips, not on the cheek, not on the forehead, not on the neck, not even on the hand.
(2014)
I wrote this after a discussion regarding whether or not I had been seeing anyone else.
