Your eyes,
My heart is filled with oxytocin,
The beauty that lies behind,
The tears that nobody have seen.
Your smile,
My lips create its own curve,
The happiness that you've shared,
The sorrow that you haven't serve.
Your hands,
My fingers are dying to feel them,
The help that you always lend,
The touch you always spend.
Your hug,
My body wants to feel such warmth,
The comfort that you give,
The hugs that you didn't receive.
Your lips,
My soul wants to devour,
The smile that you show,
The taste that you fake when it's sour.
You,
My entire self needs,
The body and soul that you give,
The secret that you always concede.
