She pointed to the moon
I was looking at the woman admiring herself
Little doe eyes didn't want anything else
Her ears were sheltered with a scarf I had gifted
Gentle gestures, movements of her hand, teasing me always
Her hair parted right in the middle with the rest of her locks behind her ears
Decorated lobes, her face red as an apple
A smile as warm as hot chocolate
Her tender touch melted my soul.
Fingers wandered for my fingers
She wrapped my arms around her,
Turned to face me, looked up, and said nothing.
But the silence was enough, it spoke for itself
I was in love with her, and she was falling for mine
Feeling the tears on my palm that hugged her face,
I decided her to be the love of my life.
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