I saw love with my own eyes.
The way he holds her tightly in his arms.
Their glances.
The pop of their kisses.
The gentle caress of her hair.
The tangle of their fingers.
The curve of her lips.
The timely kisses on her forehead.
The way she sways her hips.
The talks in the A.M.
The pokes of their noses.
The way he holds the small of her back.
The giggles.
The tickles of their whispers.
The flip of hearts.
The comfortable silences.
The look on her chocolate eyes
The crimson red upon their cheeks.
As he took her hand in marriage.
And felt their happy tears.
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