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[pomes]

Hey, I whisper. I love you.
And she lies there and smiles and coos
And I just look down at her face
Her eyes and cheeks and chin and mouth
Her tiny dark-brown strands of hair
Her hands reach up and clasp my thumb
I melt, and then the feelings come -
Hey, I whisper. I love you.

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[helenprev.livejournal.com]

Her hands reach up and clasp my thumb
I melt, and then the feelings come

I can tell that those lines are going to be added to the bits of your pomes that live in my head and pop into my consciousness when appropriate!

That is lovely.