Sandy And Samy
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You teach me love
You teach me understanding
You teach me trust
Yu teach me confidence
You teach me togetherness
You teach me happiness
You teach me assurance
You teach me reliance
You teach me humility
Yu teach me care
You teach me compassion
You teach me responsibility
You teach me patience
You teach me composure
You teach me faithfulnes
You teach me faithfulnes
In moments when you feel bad,
When in your chest torrents well up,
And your tears roll,
Like a wet paint on a tiled white wall,
I will dry your tear.
When all fingers point at you,
Mine will be on your cheek,
Like a sentry, waiting to dry your tear.
When all faces turn against you,
I will let you look into mine,
Because your comfort lies there,
And the smile there; an open facial embrace.
When all backs turn against you,
Mine will be there for you,
Ready to lift you from the muck,
To provide the support much needed.
When all lips talk about you,
Mine will whisper to you,
And tell you what I see,
Not judge you.
When everyone judges what you do,
I will be your voice in our silence,
And a shelter from the spits,
Even after the turmoil dies.
When blows rain on you,
And pound your flesh,
Know that I would have been minced first.
I will dry your tears my love,
Because you dried mine too.
I will dry your tears,
If I don't, they will be of joy.
That amazing pair,
A pair that holds my gaze,
As much as my attention
I love my Lover's hands,
Those hands with soft warmth,
That softness that I yearn for.
My Lover has hands,
Hands that hold with a touch,
Hands that initiate a feeling so unique.
Her hands,
An epitome of a kiln of passion,
A passion that burns in me with a simple touch.
Those hands.
They carry a secret,
A small secret that my skin loves so,
A secret that rushes to my heart,
And takes with it my blood too,
That simple touch that pulls me close,
That simple touch that puts our lips under lock,
That simple touch that sweeps us into oblivion
That simple touch.
I love my Lover's hands.
Those hands that pamper my head,
Those hands that lock me in a hug,
Those hands she feeds me with,
Those hands that I like to see,
Those hands that I love to feel,
Those hands I wouldn't lose in a sea,
Those hands.
My Lover's hands,
Hit my heart with a ring,
And it responds in a rush,
A rush that lifts me high,
High to the extremeties of love,
She isn't mean with her hands,
I have them when I can,
Because she is all I have.
I love my Lover's hands
In the peace of the eve,
Through the graceful breeze,
In deep I breathe,
Taking in the tasty air so clean.
I think of the day begone,
Full of shouts so serene,
All I look forward to,
Is the comfort of my sleep.
I get all I need,
When I feel what I feel,
Whose explanation is a mystery,
A mystery so sweet,
So sweet that I feel relieved.
I love how she looks at me,
I love how she holds me,
Tight in her graceful gaze,
I love her imperfection,
In her perfectness.
I love her all.
In the eyes of her,
I find my place of rest.
