Saturday, November 3, 2018

#4 Write about love

Could I define the colour of your eyes? Or the taste of your lips? Or the sound of your laugh? Could I define and describe those things I love so dearly?

I think not and I refuse to do so. Because nothing will do you justice, nobody could compare you to something they have seen. Not if the truly know you, truly see you.

You are unique. You are the only one who has ever, who could ever, see my soul, touched it and healed it. So I see you beyond what people who only pass by see you. I see you. I see how you shine through your eyes, your lips, your laugh. And how could anyone describe a soul so beautiful and bright.

So please forgive me for not writing about the deepest grey of your eyes, about the addictive softness of your lips, about the joyful sound of your laugh, for I have fallen in love with your soul.


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