He's a candle smelling hand holding joyous smiling kind of man
He paints but I'd much rather watch him paint my hands with his fingers
I want to experience the past locked within his eyes
I want to explore the world that is his soul and ride the boat of love over the sea of his thoughts
Walking with him side by side as if linked by chains of emotions that shackle me willingly to him
Resting my head on his shoulder as if he's the softest and accepting pillow
He's so new yet so familiar as if I've known him forever
©diana_b
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