Aesthetic.
Aesthetic.
I love to look at you.
I could sit and
Stare into your eyes
For an eternity.
Your eyes aren’t
Robin blue or
Chameleon green
Like society loves.
Glorious melanin,
They are brown,
My favorite color.
Like soil,
You are the foundation
Of my world
Where all things grow.
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