I felt his hand touch my hair
Soft and velvet
His eyes said love
His heart wanted mine
Soft and velvet.
We played a carefree game
Avoiding his gentle touch
Teasing that he displayed too much.
Laughing that he loved just me
He laughed and told me, “Never”
Yet his heart showing through his eyes
© 1976-2020. Charlyne Blatcher Martin
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