It was the eyes that did it for me. Those two precious gems that told me, "This is the one." I loved gazing into her beautiful, blue eyes; seeing the light dance about was just a spectacular feeling. I always told her, "I never knew love until your attractive eyes taught me of its existence," and she would always reply, "I never knew love until your words of poetry persuaded me to fall for it."
Oh God, just look at those eyes and the All-Mighty himself allows you to take a glance at Heaven.
Now if I could just find a box as beautiful as her eyes, I could stop carrying them around in my pockets.
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TWISTED
HorrorAn ongoing series of sinister tales that'll make you ponder why the author had constructed such horrors in the first place.
