
Let me feel how your hands make the sharp shards of my soul softer around the edges. Hands that, like a mothers kiss on a wounded knee, let me know that someone cares, that I'm loved and not alone.
Now I know how the Nile must feel when rushing water floods her banks once again. The drought forgotten, just joyous, dangerous and wild laughter of the heart. I can't help but to be swept away. No use in fighting this force of nature.
Am I in love? I really don’t know, but I want to howl your name to the starlit sky, sing your feel to the moon, let the world know I’m happy, happy for knowing you, how brief it may be. Let me drink in your smiling eyes just a moment longer and then I will close mine and maybe let you go, but not yet, not yet...
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