She says nothing at all,
she simply stares upwards,
towards his soft brown eyes.
Oh, how they draw her in.
And those eyelashes,
fluttering guitar strings,
in front of the soft wooden hollow.
The flaws he sees within himself,
are no longer.
All she sees are:
Perfect Imperfections.
His cheeky half-smile,
and the way he touches his hair,
with those soft fingertips.
Just watching and observing her world.
How could she ever fall out of love?
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Hannah Hancock
young teenager, full of a craving desire and the fond affection of true love <3
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