She was his painting

Her eyes outshined her face

it was the window to her heart

he knew how to love her

he knew how to read her

she was like a painting 

he painted on his canvas

he carved her physique

beautifully like how she was

with every delineation was his nest

where he could rest forever

her love was overflowing from her eyes

to her lips, which was thirsty for his kiss….

 

 

 

 

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