tell it

Say, what it is. Yes, it is here. And, it
turns around. This, little sweet thing.
Around, in my head. Around, in my
heart. Around, in my dreams. And,
it tells me. What, do you think. Why,
is it there. Eyes, with a smile. Lips,
with a kiss. Hands, with a touch.
Words, made of love. And, a lovefull
voice. Which, started to live. When,
you came around. Like, a new
morning. Like, the first love. Ever,
spoke a word.

                               

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