his role in my life is as ever changing as waves are ever crashing. as the world is ever turning, the stars ever shining.
his eyes; ever staringwhen he stands, he stands close. leaving little room for me to even think about the consequences of his hands being ever so close to mine.
when he gazes, his eyes burn. glimmering grey orbs, dancing thoughts ablaze deep inside. he holds eye contact like it is his lifeline, his whole reason for life. his purpose.
his cheeks and nose are accompanied by an array of dotted freckles, all making me fall further into my affection for everything he has to offer, which is boundless.
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descriptions: a parable
Poésiedescriptions of people i know, as i love to observe from afar. i promise i'm not a stalker