he resembles the embodiment of my childhood prayers:
the eight-year-old who believes in fairy tales and happily ever afters. she stands strong, believing that god is busy writing her destiny and teaching her soulmate to be a better man for her.
every aspect of his face screams the touch of Aphrodite. every feature fits just fine, and i forget how to breathe every time i catch a glimpse of him.
i wonder how the man that he is would be beside me
though, i doubt that he's aware that he is an exception to my rage against the male species.
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Poetryi found myself mesmerized on the streets by the scent of your familiar perfume.