My eyes are not there, to look at yours To have a conversation and make your orbs smile But the distance that you see Is how far my heart going fonder... For miles
My lips are not there, to share a dance with yours To waltz to the music of how we feel But as long as our music still plays My heart will always two-step to your heartbeat
My hands are not there, to elevate the hairs on your skin To swell those goose bumps But as long as I'm still here My presence remains through my absence, from our fire within
I am not there, but I am here within the chambers of your soul Safely tucked in your linen of romance Always
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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