People drown in your eyes,
People are pausing for hours,
To get just a glance of you.
People die on your perceptions,
But,
She adores you,
Neither because of these sights,
Nor because of your elegance
She adores you,
Because of your soul and compassion.
You give her your own heart,
You instruct her how to survive,
You are unique,
She admires you,
Because of your originality.
She adores,
The clearness of your words,
The glamour of your heart,
Your behaviour,
As a human being,
Or as a being human.
~ Mery Ruaid
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