"Good Morning Beautiful"
He is poetic feelings and abounding energy.
Heaven and earth meet in his eyes for a firework display of color, and I still stare in excitement when I see him, like they're exploding just for me.
(he tells me they are.)
Warm, soft lips press against mine and it's like the first brushstroke on a masterpiece,
and it hangs in my heart so I can see it, feel it, whenever I want.
I need him like a poet needs words, like a flower needs soil, like the ocean needs the shore. He's a part of me and my soul. He lives in my brown eyes and pale skin, below the surface where I keep my deepest secrets and undreamt dreams.
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