that timidly stammered over words.
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| The Looks of Love | ||||||||||
| I take my brush and smear this page with our combined essence and weave colored threads into a rainbow love offering of mosaic memories dipped in dark and white chocolate. |
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| When I first saw you thoughts scrambled together forming images that timidly stammered over words. |
Captured so perfectly you are a blend color and music dancing your way into my life and tagging the walls of my mind with your melting pot of newness. |
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| When you�re through peering into the depths of my soul, please leave me as you found me�undisturbed. |
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| There are only shadows cleaving the space between your greatest conquests and the cavalier mundaneity of the present. | ||||||||||
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| As you retell your tales, the opiate of your vanity woos you with antiquated heroics. |
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| Their brilliance, still raw, never loses the dream of being fashioned for Love's delicate hand. |
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