Freckles that connected like constellations
Beautiful without a doubt
Eyes that shone with the moons beauty
And reflected with a lakes gaze
Skin as smooth and pale as a vampire
Lips the redest shade of mars
Hair that fell like water
And collected at your curve on your back
Small little fingers on long elegant arms
A necklace that hung at your neck
That held a crescent shape
Reminding me of the ever changing sky
And the beauty with it
Shaking my head when you cursed yourself,
"You're beautiful."
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