Quote by: Eve Merriam

The touch of your fingers grazing mine delicate as a single drop of wine in a crystal goblet. Rolling it round, I savor it on my tongue, try to make it last forever. The words I love you form in the air and melt. Your palm against my cheek, light as a snowflake.


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Author Bio


  • NameEve Merriam
  • DescriptionAmerican poet and writer
  • BornJuly 19, 1916
  • DiedApril 11, 1992
  • CountryUnited States Of America