Someone asked me about you the other day & I said something like she is not too tall & her hair is such & such a color. I said that, because how could I tell them you are like the play of sunlight on water, dancing to music we don’t often hear. Or the song of doves, like the soft sounds a woman makes when she is truly kissed. Or the way people smile at each other when there is nothing to hide. How could I tell them you are the way love looks when it walks through this world of ours? How could I say that to them before I spent a lifetime saying that to you?
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