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- Nov 23, 2017
- 1 min read
The lines in his eyes,
crinkle in such a way
that you could never forget
how it matches his bright smile.
They way his face glows
with every joke uttered,
and the way he throws his head
backwards with every laughter.
His voice, to me,
is like a song,
so delicately woven,
it changes in every tone.
The way his hand
clasp around mine mid air,
and the way its warmth
heats my insides.
I wonder then
how I could come across,
such a person,
so near, yet so far away.
(dedicated to a friend who suffers a four year one - sided love,
may he realize how long you have waited, and how beautiful you are.)
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