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I can't look away,
The luscious blue of your eyes sparkles and shimmers my very core
Each freckle is like a star so far out of my grasp,
I’m blinded by the shine of the heavenly whiteness of your teeth,
The baby-like touch of your skin,
It's a joyful chill to feel your presence
Your hair, wavy and smooth, like riding down a slide of Egyptian silk,
Soft and full,
Imagining how so warm it must be when I bury my face into the nothingness
Then just as soon as I glimpse the great beauty of this creation,
My very dream and hope is shattered into dust.