Look into the mirror with me.
You see that girl?
No, not me, luv.
Look at yourself, for once?
Yes, that girl.
I love that girl.
I love everything about her.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her soul -- a touch of youth, but old at heart.
The way she talks.
The way she walks.
The way she breathes -- deeply at first, but softly as she sleeps on.
The way she writes.
The way she draws.
The way she creates -- with passion, but with a calmness unlike her.
But most of all,
I love the way she loves me.
I love the way she holds my hand.
I love the way she kisses my lips.
I love the way she loves -- cautiously as if I'll break, but then unbridled when she sees that I won't.
She holds my heart in her outstretched hands...
And I won't try to take it back.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Look into the mirror with me.
You see that girl?
No, not me, luv.
Look at yourself, for once?
Yes, that girl.
I love that girl.
I love everything about her.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her soul -- a touch of youth, but old at heart.
The way she talks.
The way she walks.
The way she breathes -- deeply at first, but softly as she sleeps on.
The way she writes.
The way she draws.
The way she creates -- with passion, but with a calmness unlike her.
But most of all,
I love the way she loves me.
I love the way she holds my hand.
I love the way she kisses my lips.
I love the way she loves -- cautiously as if I'll break, but then unbridled when she sees that I won't.
She holds my heart in her outstretched hands...
And I won't try to take it back.
For R, with so much love that I sometimes believe my heart will burst.
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Wow.
It's been a while since I've written anything so long and so repetitious.
Hope you enjoy.
**
Leigh
