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I could write a million lines
About what it feels like
When she’s in my arms
I could describe her taste, her scent
The static of her skin
I could paint the scene with tactful similes
That leave nothing to the imagination
But the truth is
No matter how many words I write
You will never, ever know
That poem is ours
And ours alone.
©2016
Runaway American Dream 
Hi. I nominated you for a Liebster Award. Click here for details:
https://yeahanotherblogger.com/2016/08/16/i-won-an-award-sort-of/
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As flattering as it is to have my name pulled from a hat, I must give fair warning and tell you frankly that under no circumstances should you hold your breath while awaiting my eventual response. I may get around to this, but I make absolutely no promises that any such endeavor will be entered into by me. I know myself far too well to make any such rash assurances.
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I understand. I won’t be the least bit offended if you decide not to proceed with the Liebster thing. In any event, I like your blog and thought you deserve some recognition for it.
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Thank you. It’s mutual.
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Beautiful and romantic
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Thank you
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You’re welcomw
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