"What do you need fixing?" he asked.
"I'll just put on make up!" She said.
"I love your face without make up on" he quipped. "But what I love the most is when you wear that blush on your face when you smile."
She blushed, her cheeks turned crimson.
"Oh! The smile that you give me?" She verified. "I won't mind wearing the same everyday."
And he blushed.
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Tea Poetry
PoesiaPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
