She is beautiful, isn’t she?

The way you dream about her,

The way your heart starts to flutter when you think about her smile.


Her essence is something you can’t drink enough of

And you yearn for it to replace your blood,

And for there to be enough of her to make up you, as well.


She is beautiful, but only in the way she

Is you.

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