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"Lovely"

She was "lovely" to him.
An oven-made Gramma's cookies smile, accompanied by a fervent hug.
Only weeks apart would lend a reunion reminiscent of years spent oceans between them.
He called her "beautiful" when all she could feel in such early morn, was chaotic; torn apart by a tornado of sheets and a restless night's sleep.
He knew seldom of the depth to her feelings for him and his broad shoulders, contagious laughter, and decadent smile.
He knew seldom of her love of the hue to his kind and wise eyes.
She was "lovely" to him. "Beautiful," and draped in grace, despite her obvious clumsiness.
If anyone could make her feel such things, he would be that man.
His words held more weight to her than any thousand pounds of delicate, downy, white feathers.