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The grace of your presence Is a blessing I crave. The warm, gentle breeze of you Ruffles my hair. The peace of your smile My soul to save The soft, tender smell of you The scent everywhere. These are just thoughts that Cross my mind When all my doubts seem Far behind. The taste of your kiss Is a gift I adore. It is what The five senses are for. I want to hear you, too. Be washed by the sound of you Touching my senses To make my life new. |