surreal

you are full of beauty,
in every single way.
even when you pout at me 
it doesn't vanish but stay
then you look at me 
with your brown soulful stare 
with more roots than an oak tree lustful with leaves as its hair 
peace is made when your skin Touches mine
it's a connection within that feels so divine 
Your affection is surreal, it's not hard to see
when it's your love that heals, and brings bliss to thé 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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