No one has the same skin as you,
That rough yet soft texture,
The way the veins in your hands would surface,
When you held something gentle,
Or when you exerted force,

No one has the same touch as you,
When you shake hands,
Or when you touch a pimple and say,
"What's this?"
"You still look pretty as always"

No one has the same eyes,
That lit up when you laughed hard,
But always carried a weight in them,
Like the surface of the sea,
Hue-lit, but hiding a world beneath

No one has the same fat nose,
That gets fatter when you're angry,
And makes me want to pinch it
And then go for those boney cheeks

No one has the same smile,
That speaks many languages,
That comforts me, loves me,
Makes me weak in my knees,
Touches me, hurts me, trusts me,
And eventually... breaks me