I feel a quiver,
I feel a breeze;
I feel a touch,
I feel a grief.
I know I am sane,
Yet I feel insane;
I sleep at night,
Yet insomniac.
Rendering me motionless,
A wave passes by;
I hold onto two hands tight,
And gaze into the light.
You come by,
Saving me from insanity,
The touch of your hands,
Speaking in a million ways,
Your eyes,
Resting my heaving heart.
I owe you this my smile!
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