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[nipplehats]

So I lived too many days with you, in my mind,
As if I could create some sort of bliss.
And every word we spoke, I wrote,
And was followed by a kiss.
And sometimes I would draft our love,
That I had created in my head.
Write down all our adoration,
So someday it’d be read.
And excuse me dear, your silhouette,
You’ve burned it in my brain.
Your shape has obstructed all my thoughts,
And it’s driving me insane.
And I’ve had some time, you see.
To study the outline of your frame.
I traced your body constantly,
Whispering your name.
And it was so many years ago,
That I had dreamt this image of you.
I had awoke in a sweat that night,
And on paper, created this view.
And in this illustration I envisioned,
I had pictured you in the sky.
Painting all the colors I’d seen,
On the treetops, oh so high.
And I swear that day, your silhouette,
Had encapsulated beauty in its true form.
And I swear my dear, your body.
Is far from any norm.
And your blue eyes, my love,
Bring jealousy to the sea.
Because my dear, you see,
You are what perfection aims to be.