she doesn’t understand just how beautiful she is to me. How I would hang from every batting of her eyes. She doesn’t know the moments I watch her as she speaks and when she smiles it lights up the moment just to see it. She says something putting herself down and I wish I could tell her how wrong she is. That I could so simply express to her just how beautiful she is. Her lips, they beg me to kiss them with every tuck amen curl. Her eyes tell me to stare and drown in them for minute after minute. Her hair in gentle curls shows off her feminine grace. That I could burn whisper in her ear, how beautiful she is.

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