(7) Affection

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Your hand on mine, a simple head laid upon my shoulder
You look up at me, your eyes blue and filled with warmth
We walk hand in hand
And we stare eye to eye
Love languages are wonderful
But simple touch proves plentiful
Your hugs feel like home
We embrace, and the little butterfly perched upon my heart flutters to my soul
Not many appreciate simplicities
But I thrive on them
Affection.

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