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I look at you through tired eyes.
I am in awe at your beauty.
How did I get so lucky?
Why did you choose me?

You wet your parted lips as you focus on your game.
How can someone be this beautiful when simply concentrating?
Part of me wants to leap forward and kiss you
But I hold back and just watch.

Your soft yawns feel so loud in this silence.
You notice me watching you and a small smile forms across your lips.
You grab my hand and kiss it gently.

How could I ever fall for anyone else?
You are a goddess.

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