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Without You

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Marsali-x

Published: Apr 24, 2010

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You smile and my heart it wakes,
Just one smile is all it takes.
My hand fits in yours just like a glove,
Someone to hold, someone to love.

We kiss and my leg it shakes,
Just one kiss is all it takes.
Your passion and our precious lust,
Someone to see, someone to trust.

You cry and my tears fill the lakes,
Just one tear is all it takes.
For you happiness is all I plead,
Someone to want, someone to need.

You breathe and shivers my body makes,
Just one breath is all it takes.
Your heart with mine, together they weave,
Without you I'd die, don't ever leave.

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For someone who makes me smile every single day.

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darkelvenfaerie

Apr 26, 2010

I loved the rhyming.
Not many people take the time to do that anymore.
You can feel how deeply you feel for this person.

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