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have you fallen off the edge of the earth?

it’s a cricket convention in here.
 
Not hiding in the shadows,
Not living in the light.
Caught in between like some
Intentional slight.
But might I interject,
And add a little clarity?
You, my dear, are so much more
Than even you can really see.
Let me be your mirror,
Address your reflection.
I’ll count the ways like Shakespeare,
Let me teach this lesson.

I would call you sexy,
Yet even that is inadequate,
You shine like a million suns,
And glow like a thousand moons.
You twinkle like joyful stars,
And smile like blooming flowers.
Seconds with you quickly become hours,
An enchanting demeanor,
And amused, twinkling eyes,
That threaten eruptions,
Or a voice that caresses like a calming wind,
And howls like a stormy gale.
You’re so much more than you know.
Allow me to continue.

I would call you beautiful,
Yet even that feels shallow.
Your awkward is alluring.
Your pain has become strength.
Your courage has created caring.
Your hardships have made you heavenly.
Your frowns have given your heart smiles
That life can never delete.
So see, you’re..
Everything.
You’re...incredible.
Sexy, beautiful, caring, truth,
You’re a dime in the truest sense.

I just hope you see it.
Cause the mirror does.
 
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