Be My Wife
London,1973
I looked at him,he was so beautiful. High cheekbones,yellow and orange ombre hair, two different irises. When I look at him all I see is love,nothing more. He is the inspiration for my life,I love him with all of my heart. His voice is amazing,raspy and uneven is perfect to me. I want to lay in his arms and tell him how much I love him. I sighed and watched him go about his business. He caught me staring at him,and smiled
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