Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me
I know he loves me dearly
Who Needs Diamonds, This Is How He Touches Me
He doesn’t need stones
to mark his love.
His hands speak louder
than rings ever could.
When he pulls me close,
there’s a warmth I feel
that no jewel could catch,
no metal could hold.
His touch is quiet,
like a promise,
soft but certain.
It stays long after he’s gone.
He knows the language
of skin and soul,
knows how to reach me
without a single word.
No diamonds on my fingers,
but a thousand touches
that tell me every day,
I am seen, I am wanted,
I am enough.
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