Makes Me Whole

When I look, I stare
Always taking my breath away,
From your toes to your hair
I could do this each and every day.

When I hold, I grasp
Always clenching to your touch,
Like a lock to a clasp
You are my pedal to my clutch.

When I smell, I endure
You and all of your scents,
All so perfect and pure
Everything on the outside only misrepresents.

When I like, I always love
Every single glimpse of your breath-taking soul,
The kind of feeling I'd never let go of
It is the kind that makes me whole.

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