I think I love him
I think I do
His eyes in the sunlight
His smile
Every crooked imperfection
Perfect in my eyes
There is a fear inside me, though
The lingering touch of another's haunting my body
He knows and tries to comfort
He looks at me confused as I flinch away from his touch
But then his eyes shine with realization
And a gentleness overcomes him
A soft touch on the arm
Nothing to intimate
To remind me he is here when I'm ready
His smile
Infectious
His voice
His soul
A comfort to my sore heart
Together maybe we will find love
A true one
I think....
Maybe I love him
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