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Hello, Followers, this is an old poem. 


No More Rushing or shutting doors that aren't even open

No more running, I'm living , breathing

Gentle kisses, gentle hugs. gentle love

So gentle, sometimes you don't know how nice it feels until you accept the feeling.

When you grab my face, you gave it more meaning

When you rub my head it makes it that much clearer

When you hold me it makes me realize how simple things make me happy.

Not saying you make me happy,

But honestly you make me happy.

Not even log term happiness but just complete happiness, with being in the moment

The moments are nice.

The moments help me accept things as they are.
Not looking for nothing.

Accepting the Love Unspoken