Your eyes sparkle like diamonds or a million stars on a clear navy sky. But I’m not supposed to say that. I’m not supposed to tell you how your hair reminds me of white sandy beaches or your eyes that reminds me of warm tropical ocean – with the splash of turquoise in them. Neither shall I tell you how your body reminds me of a surfer’s, the tan skin and fine muscles. Or how you walk head high and proud, almost majestetic – like a lion. No. These things I cannot tell. Why? I don’t know really… You are the one supposed to be poetic, so I guess that’s why. You are the one who’re supposed to compare my looks with something wonderful… Like you’ll do that. Don’t even say you could; you wouldn’t. I know it, you know it.
So I’ll just keep it to myself. All the thoughts. Smile when you’re around, let you hold my hands between yours – and give me that tight and loving hug you give me. I… I adore you alot. But you know tha, right? I don’t need to tell you… do I?
apart
\\ M
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