Thoughts like speculations of emotion. Spirals of color and flecks of light, trapped in a cascade of falling leaves. Look to smile, but fail to follow through. A laugh, a tear, a heartbeat, fear... someone somewhere, somehow sometime. Listen, just don't speak. Hold tight, hold close, hold heart in hand - just don't squeeze. Love is blind, love is kind, love is to find beauty in the dirt. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then make everything beautiful with just a glance. Your eye is the eye that matters most.
Would that I could be the beauty found in your eye.
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