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Dec 2015
but she didn't know
I loved everything e v e r y t h i n g

her beautiful eyes,
disposed to look at other people
through the love she owned
to herself

her beautiful neck
and the way she feels all the love
passing from my fingers
to her veins

her beautiful hair
which moves graciously
along the air
she dances with

her beautiful chest
so warm,
you could take a nap
inside her

her beautiful lips
and the way she moved them
every time she was thinking
about her first love

her beautiful knees
and her infinite femur
which held her so long
even when she didn't want to

her beautiful clavicles
and how they stand there
waiting for the breeze
of an incoming morning

her beautiful nose
and how it keeps breathing
every time she fails
to convince herself to

her beautiful hands

oh God

I love her hands so much

and the way she moved them

and the way she touched her face

and the way she brushed her hair

and the way she did her makeup

and the way she listened to my voice

and the way she opens her heart

and the way she claims herself a mermaid

and the way she smiles like a little kitten

and the way she

oh, believe me,

I really really love how she

*tries to love herself
/to her/
Gabriel Roa
Written by
Gabriel Roa  Barquisimeto - Venezuela.
(Barquisimeto - Venezuela.)   
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