Learn to see with a lover's eyes.
The lover's pulse quickens at the sight.
Of the little dimples in your back. You don't see them.
The lover worships the crinkle by your eyes, the lines that have made its home by your lips.
Formed by your laughter. You must have done it hundreds, of thousands, millions of times to earn them. That delightful laugh! It cracks, it shatters, it melts the shell your heart has grown to protect itself. Your lines, it is the healer, the constant reminder that you are the personification of Joy.
The lover gazes at you, laying across the bed, lost in your thoughts. How the light blankets you.
And you're not even aware, not the slightest.
At this very moment.
How beautiful you are.
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