His Touch
His Touch
My pulse is racing
My head is spinning
as if on a carnival ride,
The thrill, the happiness,
the excitement and thoughts
with him sitting there, by my side
His hand touches mine
I feel his soul reaching
my head says to please play it smart
With his hand against mine
and the look in his eyes
I know he just merged with my heart
The butterflies hasten
I know that I love him
Deep in my soul so much
His heart is now open
His soul has now chosen
I know how he feels, through his touch
By: Dawn M. Ziebarth
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