A Gentle Touch

A gentle brush of his fingers,

Send shivers down my spine.

In the love I see in his eyes,

In a love that equals mine.

 

He greets me with a smile,

and leave me with a kiss.

If he were to weve leave me,

I coundn,t imagain what i'd miss.

 

Maby it's his touch,

Or the way he makes me feel.

But whatevea it is,

I,m head over heels.