It's Not ....
By Silver Angel
It's not the flowers On the stand in the hall That melt my heart It's the fact That you put them there Especially for me It's not the taste Of the dinner we share That glazes my eyes It's the fact That you are here Smiling with me It's not just the feel Of your lips on mine That flies me to the stars It's the fact That I love you And you love me It's not the passion Of your gentle touch That sends me into sensual bliss It's the fact That my touch Does the same to you It's not any Of these things you do That keeps my heart alive It's the fact That having you in my life Is all I'll ever needRevised with the encouragement of Poetic Fanatic! Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 03:29 AM PST 0 • 8
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"It's not the flowers ..."