The look

I linger for your matched eyes, tired yet full of spark glancing at me with the whole world by your side. 

It is more than a lustful attraction but a connection of two human beings so destined to be held in eachothers arms. It is the way your rough hands caress her cheek softly that determines the true nature of love. 

Love is simple. People are complicated. 

Wait for someone who looks at you as if you are the universe in front of his eyes. As if you are the most rarest diamond he has ever seen. Wait. 

Because that look is what determines him from the rest. He’s full of love from his fingertips to his nose. And it’s all for you.


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