You always seem to look at the ground when I remind you of your beauty.
It's clear that you don't see what I see,
But you are a work of art, painted with the finest colours and the most admirable precision.
My love, you are perfect to me,
Too good to be true, a vision of ecstasy.
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Healed
Poetry"Though I find it hard to speak, I promise to be fluent in loving you." A poetry collection for those on the path to healing, self-love and fresh beginnings. Written by @cmitchells ACHIEVED RANKS - #29 in poetry #1 in poembook #3 in healed #28 in p...
