When our naked faces are so close
And the deep eye meets the deep eye
I love the spontaneous smile that flows
As the mix of innocence and pureness flash by
When the devil distance is just about nil
The hug’s warmth transforms to pressure
As incessant love in my heart fills
I love that moment’s closeness and pleasure
When the pleasant playfulness is brought
& the bosom swells with satisfaction
As the eyes see through to my heart
I love the happiness that doubles in reflection
When over me in little games you win
Do the thing no man has ever done
The regal smile that swarms within
I love that winning streak you don
When I know not something and you do
Try to teach me and chatter on
I love the otherwise boring lecture too
For then a conversation is born
My poem actually has a false title
For they are meant to tell all I like doing with you
And I realize as I sit and think through
I love every little thing I do with you
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