// I notice the small things about you that people don’t notice, like your jawline so beautiful and defined,
your neck so tall and gracious when you move like an indian princess dressed in colourful dresses,
the eyes and the lips and the hands moving like silent waves in an ocean of tender.
You walk like you are a song, a summer song and a guitar between my fingers, and i don’t mind listen to it over and over again.
You are all magic, and you deserve magic. //