Your eyes
I can’t explain the way you make me feel other than the fact that every time I see your face you make my heart stop for just long enough for me to realize that I am alive.
I know that if you’d touch me you’d make me into the most beautiful version of myself because everything you touch becomes something beautiful and that’s all I strive to be.
Beautiful in your eyes and no one else’s.
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