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Touch Of DelightYour touch fills me with delight my heart melts every time, I remember there were days when we had hills to climb. We reminisce day after day of those days in the past, the bad times are behind us our love will always last. No matter how old we get we'll always hold each other's hand, kiss beneath the warm summer sun walking along the beach's sand. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.6/2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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