Your eyes. So brown, so deep. They tell me a story everytime I stare into them. Full of hurt, pain, unspoken words.
Your lips. Luscious, sweet, and ever so tempting. They speak the most gentle, caring, honest words. Smiling to cover the hurt.
Your hands. Strong, hardwordworking, rough appearance but so gentle. You're willing to give out a helping hand. So kind.
Your whole demeanor is all I've ever wanted from my significant other. You are humble, caring, apologetic when you do wrong.
Your wife is lucky, but you're also unhappy. Same situation as mines, but different at the same time.
If only, if only we both didn't have obstacles in our way. Would we be one? Could we? But you have her, and I have him.
For now, feelings are unknown and as far as I know. It is one sided.
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