Pink Clouds; Hidden Moon

Your brown eyes dance when they meet mine. 

Your delicate hands and tiny feet are quite adorable on your petite frame. 

The roundness of your cheeks and curve of your smile send me to a Space in my mind where "Beautiful" resides. 

Soft waves, deep curls or bone straight; the hair captivates me. 

The way in which you adorn your self reminds me of our first Christmas; sparkling and unexpected. 

Your soft lips caress my hand and I only wish they were attached to some one else, so I could truly experience them against mine. 

The delimma of Loving you and realizing I'm simply Loving me. 

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