

She Talks To MeShe Talks To Me She Talks To Me Because I Listen She Knows Of My Thousand Ears She Knows Of My Kind Heart She Knows I Will Not Judge Her Nor Will I Scold Her She Knows I Will Soak In Every Word I Will Observe He Voice, Tone, And Volume Trying To Discover Her Hidden Objectives But She Gives Nothing Away She Hides Her Feelings, Like The Moon In The Day She Knows My Desires She Knows My Patience Thats Why She Talks To Me She Talks To Me Because I Listen But Who Will Listen To Me.She Talks To Me


Occasional GlancesOccasional Glances I love the way she looks at me from across the room. When I glance at her, 8 out of 10 times I know she will glance back. And when our eyes connect for a split second, there is nothing more exhilarating.Occasional Glances
Her look, and her eyes, and her stare does more for me than any gold, or silver, or diamonds can ever do for me. Her eyes are such a rare treasure.
It is one of the few things on this earth that gives me absolute joy. I would give everything I have just to hold her hand. If only I could feel the warmth of her palms against my cold hands. Every chance I get to hear her
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