Love can not be transcribed in a post, you can not explain, can not be measured somehow. Love feels.
Small freckles like stars, you sleep on the face dressed in silence. Dimples that help always make me smile, I paint in silence warm cheek, that smells like love. Your eyes are shaking like a brown love. Your palms dancing and cling to mine, teaching them happiness waltz. Are your lips they draw mine, giving them life and teaching them to speak love into words.
I breathe you with care not to lose you.
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