Painted Love
I romanticize you.
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind.
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life.
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.
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