true love
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To me, you are perfection Like the sun setting over the ocean Seen from a secluded beach Like my favorite ice cream Melted to perfection Easy to eat. You’re easy to enjoy. The way I love you is uncommon I have never felt this way before But you are uncommon. You’re the rarest gem on…
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Painted black—her raven hair In flowing rivers—painted her shoulders. Cheeks-a-blush—a fullness there Her slate-grey eyes—two sunken boulders. The darkness of ten thousand years— But warmth to welcome tortured souls The envy of her jealous peers— As if perfection were the goal— She dances here and there with grace. Her lovely countenance aglow— The look of…
Musings of the Mad 