Head over heels

A gentle brush of her fingers,

Sending shivers down my spine.

In the love I see in her eyes,

Is a love that equals mine.

She greets me with a smile,

And leaves me with a kiss.

If she were to ever leave me,

I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's her touch,

Or the way she makes me feel.

But whatever it is,

I'm head over heels.

The End

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