| akshita1776 Oct 29 | It was the way your voice falls delicately, Like a satin handkerchief strewn into the air; Liberal, jovial, strumming with energy, That stood out to me when we first met; It was the way our silences, Were filled with muted veiled gestures; Too afraid to be give out, too afraid to hold back, That made me stay as we conversed; It was the way your words, Were enough to 'melt' my frozen heart; A warm, cozy, fireplace you hid, Amongst those well-thought 'casual' compliments; It is your gracious, caring heart, Your tender, sweet disposition, Your love that you give out so easily, That will always make me stay. | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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