quatorze // paradise

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before, it seemed there was no escape
but then i met you
you showed me something that
no other had;
you showed me paradise,
you showed me you

your hair
light in colour
and oh so soft
like sand
slipping through
my fingers
so delicate,
so smooth

your hair contrasts
so well with your
husky voice, my dear
i can never get tired
of it;
it's like the waves
crashing on the rocks
it's my favourite sound

and oh, if we are
talking about the ocean
your eyes are the colour
of the sheer depths of the
bottom of the most scintillating
lagoon on this earth
and when your orbs
capture the sunlight
and reflect the vivid fluorescence
of the every day
i swear i have never witnessed
anything more beautiful
than what your eyes possess
it is heaven;
it is an idyllic scene;
it is paradise

o.r

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