A Gentle Brush of His Fingers
A Gentle Brush of His Fingers
A gentle touch of his fingers
sending shiver down my spine
In the love I see in his eyes
is a love that equals mine
He greets me with a smile
and leaves me in a kiss
If he were to ever leave me
I couldn't imagine what I had missed
Maybe its his touch
or the way he makes me feel
But whatever it is
I am here over heal....