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Old words:
written maybe two years ago....
Dear Lovely,
How is it that I see when you have taken my eyesight from me?
I swallow in fear of the thought that I may not be able to view your beauty's brilliance once more.
For it was a high price to pay to view already the portrait of Love. I long to regain sight after viewing the tastefulness your entire body defines.
How is it that you've blinded me with the purest form of elegance- the very thing I strive so hard to maintain?
How, may I ask, is it that you've stolen my vision, allowing me to see nothing more than your striking appearance?
Even Aphrodite hangs her head low.
Darling, I swear that I almost gained a headache seeing such radiance. As if I have never used my eyes before, they bore a painful ache matching the pain in my head.
Radiantly I see the world in a different kind of color. No longer painted on or sketched, I see the world....in love.
written maybe two years ago....
Dear Lovely,
How is it that I see when you have taken my eyesight from me?
I swallow in fear of the thought that I may not be able to view your beauty's brilliance once more.
For it was a high price to pay to view already the portrait of Love. I long to regain sight after viewing the tastefulness your entire body defines.
How is it that you've blinded me with the purest form of elegance- the very thing I strive so hard to maintain?
How, may I ask, is it that you've stolen my vision, allowing me to see nothing more than your striking appearance?
Even Aphrodite hangs her head low.
Darling, I swear that I almost gained a headache seeing such radiance. As if I have never used my eyes before, they bore a painful ache matching the pain in my head.
Radiantly I see the world in a different kind of color. No longer painted on or sketched, I see the world....in love.