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So, your hair. So your hair peaks around every corner like the sun, dawn every time you walk in my direction, golden fire in every strand. It's growing on me, figuratively, but literally much like it grows on you. Your smile. Your smile shines much like a full moon, not bright but beautiful, your laugh different staccatos of lazy happiness, joyfully crescendos of glee. Your skin glistens like Arabian deserts, smooth, golden and never ending, it is infinity. Your eyes. Beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder , and it's captured somewhere in the essence of your gaze. Your eyes look like pearly gates to the precious that God placed in your mind. And your mind is an incline I'd like to conquer, the unknown I'd like to explore, I wanna dip my hand in your memory and return with the secrets of your soul. Your hands look like they perform kitchen miracles, look good to hold, look prepared for molding, the future. You are the morning, and I love watching the sunrise.