Category : Poems

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I don't know what your skin is made of, 
But when I touch you, darling, 
Butterflies fly through my veins. 

 I don't know what your kiss is made of, 
But when I kiss you, darling, 
I want your red lips over my mouth. 

Wake up and tell me you're mine, 
Let me fall asleep with my shoulders 
over your soul.  

I don't know how you feel 
When you miss someone, 
But I feel like my heartbeat 
Can't be fixed by another. 

 I don't know how you feel about love, 
But my love flows through my body
 Feeding your soul to make you love me.