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The last line of this poem:
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within my your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

I wrote your name in the sand
But the waves washed it away,
Then I wrote it in the sky
But the wind blew it away,
So I wrote it in my heart
**And that's where it will stay.**