Ocean I
"I've seen pimples on many ladies' faces, but yours compliments your beauty. "
I didn't know until that moment, that I was engrossed in her. Yes! I'd declared my unwavering love for her, but, I didn't realise that I meant it until she was sitting close to me, on a chair with soft foam and seductive leather, commemorating Eliz's seductiveness.
She was the best definition of beauty, I must confess. The trace of perfection lingered in her smile as she'd parted her lips to unveil the allurement of my emotions. I wasn't exxagerating by saying that. I'd told her that I meant and will mean whatever I say to her.
I really truly totally love her. What am I saying? I'm damn in love with her. She's the reason my heart was created. It would have been of no use, if it's not loving Eliz. Oh, Christ on a horse, I'm crazy about her!
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