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Created on: February 12, 2011 Last Updated: February 18, 2011
There doesn’t have to be a touch to feel
The pangs of love that gnaw inside my heart
There doesn’t have to be your smell to tease
My senses wishing we were not apart
I do not have to hear your voice to know
That everything is right and you’re ok
Or wait for stolen moments to spend time
With you from day to every passing day
I know I don’t have to do anything
To convince you I believe our love’s for real
Nor be obligated to have you part
Of everything I do; no big ordeal
But I want to; it a choice I’ve made
So you see what your loving me has done
You make me want to fly across to you
Not just our hearts but life with you as one.
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