In the realm of enchantment, your touch, oh so divine,
A magical language, where our love intertwines.
Like a spell cast, in the language of vines,
The magic of your touch, where every emotion aligns.
It's like a gentle breeze, a caress so light,
In the symphony of our love, it plays just right.
A language that whispers, in the quiet of night,
The magic of your touch, a melody in flight.
Compared to moonlight, soft and serene,
A glow that bathes, in a romantic sheen.
In the canvas of our love, your touch, a dream,
The magic of your touch, where emotions convene.
It's a dance of fingertips, a ballet so sweet,
In the rhythm of our love, where our hearts meet.
A language unspoken, yet so complete,
The magic of your touch, a love seat.
Like a warm sunrise, painting the day,
In the landscape of our love, your touch holds sway.
Every sensation, a word your touch does convey,
The magic of your touch, where feelings portray.
A touch that sparkles, like dewdrops at dawn,
In the garden of our love, where emotions are fond.
A language only our hearts have drawn,
The magic of your touch, a connection reborn.
So here's to the magic, a language so known,
In the kingdom of our touch, where our love has grown.
The magic of your touch, a feeling so well-prone,
A love story in every touch, forever and our own.
In the book of emotions, where memories trace,
Your touch, the ink, every page does embrace.
The way you touch, a love-filled grace,
The magic of your touch, our forever space.
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Words for Mah blue wings
PoetryIn a world of giggles and candy-cane dreams, I wrote a book about my girl, or so it seems. She's my Blue Morpho, a fluttering delight, With a smile that sparkles, oh, what a sight! Pages filled with doodles, hearts, and stars, In the margins, we've...
