his eyes, slowly grazing my soul
oh how i love the way he looks at me
so gentle, so sweet
he is so captivating
he is all i know
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Drops of Pain
PoetryYou never know what you have until it's gone. This is poetry about love, pain, and everything in between.
XVIII
his eyes, slowly grazing my soul
oh how i love the way he looks at me
so gentle, so sweet
he is so captivating
he is all i know
