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Walking, your hand holding mine;
Talking just to pass the time;
Wondering if you read my mind,
And knowing you make me feel so fine.
Where do I start to find the words
That express the way I feel?
I never believed in white knights before.
But, now I know that they are real.
A gentle kiss, a tender touch,
Vibrations flow so easy;
Companionship, the kind I want,
Makes my senses feel so breezy.
Somehow I knew that if I'd wait,
The right one would come along.
And I was right, for there you were
To show me where I belong.
Wilma C. Hewett
Copyright 1995
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