Lazy Circles
Warm sun on my face
Cool grass at my feet
I breathe in the scents of summer
I feel safe here in this place
Among the trees
Their soft green leaves
I take your hand in mine
Our fingers intertwine
Your blue eyes watch the patterns
My fingers make
On the back of your hand
Tracing lazy circles...
We exchange glances
And soft, contented smiles
No words spoken...
Quiet unbroken...
The breeze has more to say
More than I could convey
And the colours
And the warmth
Of your smile...
I feel safe here in this place
The warm sun on my face
And it's you I can't replace
Lazy circles
On the back of your hand...
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