I am but trying to learn the creases that form your lips when they smile to show...the string of pearls,radiating mirth.
I am yet,trying to comprehend the miracles that are your dimples,the darling little dents of delight that accompany your incandescent smile.
And your eyes,mere slits,hidden in which,are your ember irises..full of mischief and eloquence.
That smile of yours,baby, is beautifully eternal,and that glint in your eyes is all the light my world needs.
If only I could love you,and you were to be mine.
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