His Touch

He's the only one for me.
That's all I can say.
His touch can make me feel,
Like I've never felt before.
His eyes can melt hearts,
His smile can bore right through me.
He can say one word, and make me laugh,
He can sing a song, and bring tears to my eyes.
But then, when the crying starts, he's right there,
He's right there to console me, to stop me.
His arm around me, holding me,
And his slow and even breathing down my neck.
Suddenly, nothing is wrong.
He holds me against his strong body,
And I bury my head in his shoulder.
As I weep, he strokes my hair,
He murmurs words of comfort in my ear.
I turn and look up into his eyes,
And I see the sun, the moon, and all of the stars,
I see his smile, and I hear him tell me
That the world isn't all good, but as long as we are together,
At least the world will be happy.
And then who wouldn't stop crying?
I felt better than I'd ever felt before,
Because that's what his touch does to me.

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