When you place your hand, in mine
I lose all sense
I feel sweet electricity,
All through me.
And when I gaze into your eyes,
For me, it comes
As no surprise.
That I am lost,
I'm all at sea,
Each port for me.
You guide me, ever carefully.
When I hear your soft, sweet voice,
It's just as if,
I have no choice.
And caresses me.
All I am,
All that I'll be,
All the very best in me.
Your very soul,
Without you, love,
I am not whole.
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Comments about this poem (Senses. by Owain Glyn )
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