Your candy lips are glossed with the sweet taste of you. They contrast tanned skin with their cherry-stain pigment, and merge into a smile. Your skin isn't clear but it's pleasant and real. Seeing someone so innately gorgeous is exalting, surreal.

I can see that in their eyes, you are a careless soubrette with no class. You aren't a stereotypical 19th century cerussa-caked belle. Your aberrance, it's enchanting in its personal ways. Honey, you see through a clear glass where girls aren't to be slaves to society. You see a better aspect which appears crystal clear.

You're an Azalea's sweet enchantress. Your persona is atypical but incomparable. There isn't a girl that yearns as I yearn. All this apostasy yet I get worried you'll think not. Can't you imagine kissing a girl, or is it too bizarre? You're an open book, yet I can't see the page where you kiss me.

I thought our story was to be sealed with golden clasps, an eternal aspiration. Can't you take an added step into your aberrance, to seal our book with an apt kiss? I can see it in your eyes, I know you think of it. You looked into these teary eyes across the room, you know that I want none of this pain.

A secret romance is a lie, when only a single person is besotted. Yet, you're signing your care with crystal eyes. So why is it that you can't be with me, what stops you honey? I write letters of what I wish to say to you but they are pages that you can't see, and it saddens me dearly.

I wish on my knees that I can get over your pomegranate-red cheeks, your astrological sign and your sweet whispers. Yet, it works not. Even the stars agree, so can you not accept? It'll be you and I an eternity preciosa, but it's your choice. An eternity, that is what I promise you.

© Sincerely, ♡