Dear Number 51

April 24, 2010
By , Levittown, NY
Your green eyes,
they penetrate mine.
It’s almost impossible how
truly beautiful you are.

From the style of your smile
to the secrets you keep inside,
the biggest mystery lies
in whether you speak the truth.

So still you are, sleeping next to me with
my tender lips on the nape of your neck.
I never thought such perfection could ever be in my arms.
Tonight my fingers will caress your naked stomach,
as your bare feet mingle with mine.

My only hope for when the sun shines
on your flawless porcelain skin
is that you will remember exactly
the way you said “I love you”
without words.

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