POETRY

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A FOREHEAD KISS

He didn’t have to say any words,

she understood exactly what she meant to him by the way he knelt down beside her and kissed her forehead.

His hand tightly holding hers, almost as if he didn’t want to risk the possibility of her getting away if his fingers unlatched.

His lips pressed against her skin so gently, like she was a flower and he was the wind. He didn’t want to blow her over with his gusts.

You don’t have to speak when your actions tell it all. He treated her like the delicate petal she was.

She was his now, from that moment on into forever.

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