he told me i was beautiful, the kind of forever beautiful that many seek but can never find.
as his blue eyes followed not my body, but my own hazel ones, they whispered with innocence that i was the type of forever beautiful that one can find in the sky. simple, but elegant. dressed in so many colors, but breathtaking at every moment.
not sure which section of this wonderfully long poem is my strongest, maybe you can all help me decide:)