I like your hair and your round face. I like your flushed skin, and your long lean brown hands. I like the hair that starts a little after your wrist. I like your facial hair, and I never thought I would. The first time I saw you I was incredibly impressed, and I am now still but in a different way because I can touch you now.
They say couples look alike; they're your mirror. We look nothing at all alike, but if we were considered similarly, I would have no qualms. You're maybe the first I feel equal to... not above or beneath.
In that play, when you leant forward, I leant back just to see you thinking and frozen in that position. You looked so noble, and I wanted to sink my head to match yours there and then.
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