To my love, whose eyes are spheres of frost

She makes my heart flutter like the wings of a butterfly-no- she makes my heart flutter like the turning pages of a book

That slow and yearning feeling you get when you move to the next page, awaiting what comes next

And when she kisses me-oh- it’s like a solar eclipse, like this is the moment the world has been waiting for

Her lips are soft like a gust of wind blowing through a field of daisies, that soft brush that lightly tickles the petals and makes them sway

Her touch is magnetic, pulling me in so close and trapping me there-as if I would want to leave

She is my home

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