Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I count my stars
that I’ve found you
Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I count the ways I love you
Cliched or not,
I can’t escape this feeling
of destiny,
this feeling of instant sunshine
when I hold your smile with both hands
Tracing maps on your skin,
breathing you in
I don’t want to escape the feeling,
that you might stay
-C. Serret
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