There is a beautiful kindness in the crux of your smile, and I am defenseless against its delightful mischief.
There is a perpetual patience filling the lines of your face, and I am lightened by such sweet embellishments.
There is a placid perception in the warm chestnut of your eyes, and I watch as all threads of fear fade.
There is a carefully calculated inclination of your head; it lets me know you're truly listening.
You are the unbroken book binding.
The silver thimble delicately passing Go.
The carefully placed socks on the bottom of the laundry basket.
My midnight in Paris.
And I love,
I love,
I love you.
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