My Precious

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I wish that you can grow your hair shoulder-length

And not have to worry about being conventionally attractive

That way, I can stroke your hair,

Move you away from the beach,

Yet feel the crisp air when you feel my fingers

I want to write you an epistle and in it, vouchsafe how much I admire your mellow personality

I’d buy you a treasure box, so you can store the missives and indiscriminately collect every scribbled note

And if it be the last of my daily tasks, I will endeavor to make it a point to add to your tidings

We would not have to talk, nor stare at each other

We could just create photographs from the notes

Or unclad brazenly and revel in make-believe sand while we puzzle the rest of our mapped out lives

You must know that I believe more in fate than love

For now, let’s just focus on having a rippling time.

Wouldn’t you aver that it’s sacrosanct that we at least follow through, my precious…?

Thanks for your readership, always.

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