Sweet with Joyous Anticipation

The sunset stains the sky with millions of vivid colors, but none as beautiful as the image of you burned across my mind. I would forsake the sun for eternity to wake up to your visage.

Snowflakes dance across your eyelashes like stars adorning the night sky. The cold kisses your rosy cheeks, as your lips purse from frozen kaleidoscopes.

Let me taste the first part of day, fresh on your form, sweet with joyous anticipation.



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