The tickle, the tug
In my head and all the while
It widens my smile
From ear to ear it gapes
A window as my happiness escapes
My eyes so dreamy and lost
The image in my mind embossed
Of what a love by two could be
Only an image embraced by me
Of holding hands and walking close
It's in my mind as just a ghost
The thought will not solidify
Not this day or until I die
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