I Want To Call Home
Your touch is the soft petals of blooming spring flowers. Your laugh, are the song birds welcoming in the rising sun. And that smile, is the morning sun. Shedding light and warmth onto the coldness left over from the night. Your arms around me is the warm breeze gracing me with its embrace. Your kisses are the wild flowers in the meadow that surround me and brush against my skin. Those eyes, those beautiful blue green eyes. They are the sparkling ponds nestled between the mountains. You are the adventure I want to explore, the trails I want investigate, the nature I want to get to know. It is your beauty that I want to call home.
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