[The texture of her eyes]
By rmerwin
The texture of her eyes as they cast spells upon those who gaze evidences her inner beauty. Green encircling eternity, Little wisps of golden and sage, Crisp curls of every eyelash seen and not. I am helpless but to love her, Drawn each day anew. I hadn't noticed the curves of her cheek, or the subtle blending of freckles and softness, until the moment had almost passed. Before she spoke I understood her pain. Her joy and her love Whispered their secrets to my soul Somewhere beyond my pride, beneath my humility, buried deep within my being, I know I’ve loved her, since before the beginning. Written July 3, 2008 © on Nov 25 2001 11:35 AM PST, Rick Merwin love
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