Just the tilt of your head
Just the faintest smile or
The way a lock of hair
Falls on your neck.
Just the slightest brush
Of your hand,
The image of your face
In my mind
And the exquisite brown
Of your eyes,
These capture my heart
With invisible strands
Of pure love.
I present myself to you
With a willing heart and
With open arms
I invite you
Inside my soul.
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