Sitting in front of this canvas
Using letter after letter
To produce an exquisite portrait
Writing until her face becomes familiar
The excitement his soul gets
For the art about to be revealed...
True Beauty beyond measure
It's been a while since she's graced his presence
They're not getting any younger
So he started
Traveling a thousand miles
For what feels like a thousand years
Just hoping someday
He'd get a glimpse of her gorgeous smile
And be able to maintain his composure
Praying at that moment time will freeze
And they can make history
Like a Ross finally finding his Rachel
He's hoping to meet up with the Angel in exile
He imagines she'll mention
Something about her lack of makeup
Leaving him to wonder
How does she not see how she's beautiful
Naturally
Soul Deep
It overflows into her heart and seeps through her pores
He stands there yearning for more
Thinking...forget her twin
Of all women in this world he'd still choose her
Truer words never spoken
As the feet of their hearts move
To one familiar rhythm
Even Abel believes she makes it look like it's magic
How is it he sees no one but her
Their lenses and frame style
All mirror hers
Sitting on top of that medium sized nose
Shielding priceless gems
Head slightly tilted at that angle
Accompanied by aforementioned smile
Enough to get this rock in his chest to melt
Enough to admit a decade later
He's still under her spell
¥☼MOI☼¥ 26 Jun 16
...do you see what he does (smile)...
He didn't even get to the silky smooth
That acts as an illustrious frame
All belonging to who resonates throughout FHTP
Good grief...how he gets at the mere mention of her name
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Letter After Letter
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