When I look at you,
I know what love looks like.
When I hear you sigh,
I know what love sounds like.
When you’re in my arms,
I know what love feels like.
When I look at you,
I know what love looks like.
When I hear you sigh,
I know what love sounds like.
When you’re in my arms,
I know what love feels like.
Beautiful words and words I can relate to, Pooky! 🙂
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🙂 Quite why on a packed train in Cambridge I was suddenly thinking about Lyra’s first moments (she’s now three and a half) I couldn’t tell you!
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“Why” doesn’t matter, what matters is you were inspired and wrote this lovely poem..:)
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Thank you – I think I need to make sure to always have a notepad now…
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I carry one in my purse now, too! 🙂
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Good idea. You never know when inspiration might strike.
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