you've told her over and over again
her eyes are beautiful,
so easy to get lost into;
that they were like coffee,
they take away your sleepiness
and keep you up all night.
you've told her over and over again
her body was a temple.
and she was kissed by the gods
and given to you as a gift.
her cheeks dusted pink and she'd smile.
and her smile,
it was as if the sun was
filtering through the clouds.
and though the moon had yet to see her,
she glowed in the moonlight.
»when you told her you
worshipped the ground she walked on
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
