M e t a p h o r

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I was comparing his eyes to the setting sun. Its golden hue paired with a smile. Where it hides and calls out my name. Hearing it was so touching as I have never heard anyone called out my name as comforting as he does. He was perfecting my flaws with love. Leaving all imperfections. And I was comparing him to the most beautiful thing I have seen. Then I realized, he is the most beautiful thing I have seen- yet.



No time for cringes.

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