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A gentle brush of his finger,
Sending shivers down my spine...
In the love i see in his eyes,
Is a love that equals mine...
He greet me with a smile,
And leave me with a kiss...
If he were to ever love me,
I couldn't imagine what i'd miss...
May be its his touch,
Or the way he make me feel...
But what ever it is,
I am head over heels...
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