Like a brisk morning, with it’s early luminous glow,
Or the feeling of raindrops on you’re your skin,
the slightest compassionate touch,
walking in the park when the lights grow dim
Cold water washed over a face,
The smell of you when you walk in
2 corazones beating as one
Yours eyes the color of fresh oxygen,
A kiss on a cold winter day,
I can’t fight my Heart, it wins.
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