I
know three words that would scare you
I
don't want to
I'm
liking this
the
way we kiss
or
maybe they really scare me
making
us, we
holding
me tight
all
through the night
accepting
not just destiny
but
chemistry
blessed
by the Gods
who
knew the odds
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Minute
Poem
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