Karmel Clune

Her Face.

She's made my day so many times, now I wish only that she'd make my life.
A smile that could shatter this heart and help it bleed anew.
Eyes, crystalline, a fleeting glimpse, a passing glance.
Wish upon wish, nights invade nights, days overlap days.
A star, the brightest, never compares to her lightest of touches, her softest of cries.
A love ensnared, by the scent of her hair.
A scent of longing, despair, and genuine care.
A laugh that breaks the thickest silence, a laugh to thempt the h

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