Perfection in your smile and
Imperfection in your childishness,
Perfection of your jawline and
Imperfection of your girlhood
Is what makes me gaze at you.
Not your curves and shapes.

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The way your palms
hold that bun together
above your neck
is the prowess of
a potter crafting
a magnificent vase.

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Her one glimpse
pervaded in
my mind,
like the fragrance
of jasmine
into nostrils.

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I could hear
the tinkling of your
earring bells from a distant,
as you take a silky braid
above your ear,
I wish I could listen to the
endless rhythm of those
two tiny instruments.

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Everytime
he tries to match
your eyes with his,
you turn your face away,
sweeping mascara
across those deep green eyes
with your slushy fingers.
Do you crave for someone's
fingers when he tries to hold yours,
in an atmosphere that is
confused between
two different kinds of love?

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The freckles on your
cheeks remind me
of those scars
which moon posses.
I could witness
three moons in this night of
flickering moonlight

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You had me in
fluctuations of your jaw,
from ecstasy
to disappointment.
My desperation swings
in the edge of your smile.

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It's not the cold that
reflect roughness of your lips,
I wish the warmth in your chest
rise up to raise the arch
perched upon your lips.

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Your smile is wide
When you're
by his side
But your eyes
are quite sad.
Have you been
missing someone
in the night
of this disguisement?

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The itch & uneasiness
on your ring finger look
more psychosomatic
than physical.
I could assume
the ring fits your knuckle
but not your love.

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