When you told me what you told me
I cut the last string
holding my heart
I gave permission to my fingers
to touch your smile...
And
when you told me what you told me
I couldn't wait even a while
to strip the veil
and tell you how much I love
the way you bite the side of your lip
Oh... that little detail....
Of Tango and Life: lessons on adapting
12 years ago
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