Wednesday, November 26, 2008
safety man
You hands,
The nails that you bite
Your arms,
Your hands that hold me so.
Your voice,
When you talk to me
Your laughter,
When we think of funny things.
Your kindness,
When I’m in trouble
Your concern,
Over the little things that nag me.
Your smell,
Resides in my mind
Your smile ,
Breaks my heart into two.
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