Allow me touch your hand,
Each time we cross path I can only smile.
But please when we meet again raise your hands towards the sky.
Heave them toward the sky as you are going to touch it high.
Though you can’t reach them,
But when you try you will not feel the same.
I am going to miss your sweet smile,
But you will be leaving for many miles.
You are never to far away,
But inside my heart you will always be there.
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