Where's My Head?

Mom always said I'd lose it...

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Love Poetry

September 02, 2015

No words are spoken
A hand slips into a hand
Fingers intertwine
Thumbs caress each other in a familiar dance

No words are spoken
A head leans onto a shoulder
Crisp night air is breathed in
Contented sighs are breathed out

No words are spoken
An eye catches glimpse of a smile
Footsteps match footsteps
Lips tenderly touch hair

No words are spoken
And yet everything is said