My Beauty.

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My beauty.

The beauty to my beast.

My ideal counterpart.

How I pull you close to my heart,

Never intending to let go.


I wish to hold your hand.

Until we are on our death beds.

Or more accurately,

Your bed.


You keep a steady pace while walking to me today.

I wonder what happened?


"Kingsley, a child came up to me today."

And?

"He told me he loved me. I didn't even know the boy. He was no older than ten."

I could see why he said that.

"Really?"

Yes. Alice?

"Kingsley?"

I love you, Alice. 

"You what?"

I Love you.



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