Left
Walking hand in hand
Me on the right, you on the left
Sitting, feet in the sand
Me on the right, you on the left
Laying, intertwined legs tanned
Me on the right, you on the left
Why are you always on my left, I ask
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and replies
The closer I can stay to your heart, the better
♥
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