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The Way She Makes Me FeelThe way she makes me feel, To feel again the beats, to feel the love so real. The way she looks at me, Like a child looking at her Christmas tree. The way she gives to me, Hope, love and feelings to be. The way she touches my hand, As if I was her dream from wonderland. The way she kisses my lips, And runs through my hair her fingertips. The way she watches me shave, As if I worked on a masterpiece or a fashion wave. The way she feels with me, the way I feel with her: It makes both of us flying high up there. And when she wraps her arms and whispers, She wraps a lifetime love around my shoulders. And when I kiss her hand, she helps me to understand: That you're never the same when you fall in love again. ( Dedication ) To a woman I pray to find one day. To a heart I miss, I dedicate with a kiss. Copyright ©2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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