When you hold my hands,
I feel warm.
When you hug me tight,
I feel secure.
When you look into my eyes,
I feel safe.
When you kiss my forehead,
I feel sweet.
I feel warm because of your warm hands.
I feel secure because your arms are there.
I feel safe because you look at me only.
I feel sweet because it was only meant for me.
But when you leave me,
I feel only my tears and emptiness.