She’s beautiful like the colors in the sky as the sun falls over the horizon. She’s beautiful like the notes of a piano so delicately pressed by fingers unknown to it, such a graceful melody. She’s beautiful like the smell of a warm home, so welcoming and gentle.
She’s beautiful the way she moves her hips to the beat of her favorite songs. She’s beautiful the way she walks and laughs, how she holds my hand in front of everyone. She’s beautiful the way the birds chirp in the morning, as the sun breaks through the window in cracks.
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