I treasure the small moments. The crackle of the fire. The heavy scent of the fiery wood. The feel of your arms around mine. The crispness of the air around us. I savor these moments with you.
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Voice
The sound of your voice drew me in. Lulled me with the its lilt. Soothed me its warmth. I wish I could hear everyday and not just in my dreams.
Words
I’m in love with the words you haven’t spoken to me yet.
Kim V. Poetry 