Your deep dark eyes are full of raw emotion, holding specks of stolen sunlight. Like melted chocolate to a little girl begging for sweets, i crave for your gaze hoping to get lost in the galaxies that it holds.
Your long curls are a maze of contradiction, growing from the roots, it is unruly and messy but somehow, in some way, it remains so lovely, so intoxicating, and oh so addicting.
Your smile paired with those deep dimples can fill any soul with both peace and excitement. It transports me to an adventure that i dare to explore, a journey filled with beauty and love. it acts as an angel’s knife in my darkest of days, slicing through the black cloth that tries to cover me with shades of loneliness.
The truth is, I could travel the world and see paintings stretched across galleries, drawings framed and hanged on walls, visit art exhibits filled with years of flustered inspiration but none of those could ever compare to you because unlike those canvas, paintings and drawings, you are nothing static, nothing lifeless. You are a living, breathing, reflection of what true beauty is. You are not for mere inspiration, you are the epitome of what the universe has to offer. You are the best kind of art.
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