For Her
Eyes as bright as a
Peridot gem
Hair that catches fire
In the sun
Freckles creating constellations
Across her pale skin
A lilting voice like a
Babbling brook
Her jaw could cut glass
But her cheekbones
Are delicate
Long lashes brush against
Her cheeks when she blinks
Lips that are soft and full
Always curved into a smile
Strong hands that are
Soft enough to hold
Brilliant smile that can
Light up even the
Darkest space
A laugh that always
Sounds like my
Favorite song
I long to be
Close to her
And maybe one day
We’ll share the
Same space
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