Love sees the small, swift gesticulations of the lips or eyes
It divides colors in their faintest shades, accurately
Separating red from red and bright from light
It finds a flower in the face, and smells the flower's scent
From the silk of your hair. It notices the twitch of the smile muscles
And sees a star in the gleam of a tooth. Love captures
All tiny motions, and careless emotions only to hide them
In a secrete treasure box. I will always remember, Yuri.
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