hands to hold,
secrets to keep,
quiet moments of love,
just underneath a surface of reserve.
she wants to scribble a note to him,
to tell him how much she loves him.
he opens it,
just to find hearts scattered along the length of the paper,
and a smile in the corner.
she loves him,
he loves her,
and they never want this feeling,
to end. never.
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