My Valentine
The touch of your hand on the small of my back,
the smell of your cologne on the nape of your neck.
Your arms, your shoulders, your back;
the way you have that certain nack.
The nack to make blush like a little girl
then fill me with the confidence of a woman of the world.
It's scary that we have become so close in a short period of time;
I finish your sentences and you finish mine.
Valentine's Day is a time to show how much we care, so
I want you to know that I love you darling, this I swear.
You are my Valentine every day of the year
simply because I love you so much my dear.
Theresa Greene
Copyright ©2009 Theresa Greene
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