New Kind of Love
The way he touches my face
Makes me feel beautiful.
When he holds me
It makes me feel wanted.
When he compliments me
With such sincerity and conviction
In his voice
I feel loved.
He loves things about me
That I have never been loved for before.
He loves my voice.
He loves to be close to me,
Always touching me.
Even sound asleep,
He tightens his arm around me
And whispers his love for me
Into my ear,
Making me feel so treasured,
So special.
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