Sensing Love

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    Sensing Love

    When I look up at the stars
    I see you
    When I look at the lake with the moon light reflecting off it
    I see your beautiful eyes
    When I see pretty pink clouds during a sunset
    I see your beautiful smile
    When I look up at the sun
    I am reminded of your bright beautiful personality
    When i hold your soft gentle hand
    I feel like i am holding a peice of silk
    When I hear soft music
    I hear your soft whispers to my ears
    When I walk into a warm building from the cold outside
    I feel the warmth i feel standing next to you
    When chocolate melts in my mouth
    I think of the way my heart melts when you tell me you love me

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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