watching you think
is like watching a
painter do their magic,
the brush moving
so perfectly against
the canvas painting the
beautiful picture.
it doesn't even matter what
the picture ends up being,
it's always beautiful.
your hands fit so perfectly
in mine, smaller in comparison,
but so perfect.
i see stars in your eyes when you
talk of the things you love,
your hand gestures making
your words jumpy and
still somehow eloquent.
how do you do that?
you walk in the room and
everyone responds to it.
like they were all waiting
for you to enter and liven
it up with your jokes.
you never cared about
what i looked like,
or what i was.
now it's my turn.
i fell in love with your
soul, not your body,
though it's a great one.
your aura draws people
in, you're so caring
and love a lot more
than you should.
thank you for letting
me be part of your life.
m.r
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Поэзия1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
