I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year