The Look
It is hard to
Describe, yet
Each time I
See it the
Softness and warmth,
The quiet
Countenance, takes my
Heart to a place of
Peaceful remembrance
Of youth spent
Chasing the blossom
Of a first kiss,
The shudder of
The first caress
The salty taste
Of sweat stained bodies
In tender embrace
It is the look in your eyes
Whenever we meet
And the fading of it
When we depart
Your eyes,
The look
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