appreciation
The dim lighting hits your alluring body in the most perfect way.
I stare as if I'll go blind by sunrise.
Taking it all in.
Scared that one day I'll lose sight of the most precious thing I've ever laid my eyes on.
Sometimes I fear of someone getting to see you the way I see you.
Then I remember... No one ever could.
Not in a physical sense but in an emotional sense because I feel you.
Not in a physical sense but in an emotional sense.
I feel your happiness and your prosperity.
Your obscurity and your past hours of darkness.
I feel you as a a person.
I feel you as a whole.
I feel you as everything you have been, and everything you will be.
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