Standing in the middle
of the easterly winds blowing
and the splashes of the
water against the bank
My lips are speaking
of moments that we build
of stories that we'll remember
of words we exchange with affection
My eyes see through
the smile that begets smile
the gesture that begets touch
the stare that draws out my naked soul
My hand on your cheek
My fingers tracing the lines of your smile
My arms wrapped around our moment
These are the snapshots of love.
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