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It’s not always has to be a words...

You’ve warmed up my side of  bed
With your own body,
And talking about making breakfast
With "mimosas".
You were touching my shoulder
with your lips,
and thousands of butterflies awakening
in my stomach,
And turning into messengers
of love.

I can not think about past when I am with you,
Or future.
And all I do - just living in the present,
and savoring the moment.
 
The moment, when I am with you...