You can see it when she smiles:
First her lips pull back,
Her eyes spring wide open, glistening
With dew freshly stolen from morning greens.
Then Apollo strikes a match between her ears
And the light fights to escape
Until her face radiates.

And all I am, all I could ever hope to be
is the man to whom she says:
"Come and warm your hands at my fire"

Her face melts everything away--
all my doubts and insecurities--
and I'm left with just it.
I strip away all the layers of life
to find the most basic expression.
You can see it when she smiles
And when her perfect painting reflects in my eyes
I'm closer to love than the word itself.

I strip away all the layers of life
to find the most basic expression.
You can see it when she smiles
And when her perfect painting reflects in my eyes
I'm closer to love than the word itself.

damn son, I like this.

Thanks man. It's something I just came up with, thinking I'm going to give it to the gf for christmas.

Wonderful

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