You do not know my face
yet you know my voice
soon we will meet
or have we already
Gentle the sound
of first kiss, remember
no, let me kiss again, now
will this seal our fate, wondering
Your hair, flowing silk
sweet the smell, passionate
holding close inhale love's scent
brushing back from your face, soft
Fingers roaming, exploring
how soft, smooth the bounty
tracing your form
writing messages with finger tips
Outside the rain falls
the sounds of the city, life
here tender moments, slow the motions
as love's inner voice is heard
You do not know my face, yet I know your inner voice
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