JMO
"You Inspire Me"

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I feel at peace. Im cold. thirty five degrees isnt very warm. And this floor isn't comfortable.

This metal thermas obviously never had dreams on passing as a suitable pillow. But I'm at peace. I study your face, your features, the way your jaw frames your face like a picture frame. Holding up the masterpiece that is your beauty. Your skin is soft - Elegant. The way your nose beautifully bridges between your eyes. Your lashes are so long. Tilted to the perfect angle, leaving a window for your eyes to see from. Those eyes. God, what have you done? What were you thinking when you made her? Did you make it a goal to shame the waters and the mountains? To remove the color from the sky and the beautiful strokes of the clouds to give to her instead? This isn't the work of a universe. This isn't happenstance, a scientific mathematic. This is the work of a creator. Her hair falls like oceans escaping river fall. It parts like silk curtains. Opening at just the perfect time to allow the radiance and the warmth of the sun in. Your lips. They tease. They whisper sweet nothings in my ears but yet - my eyes say they move not. How could it be? How is it so? The bumps and lines, and pinkish colored folds like soft satin fabric. My mind can't explain the pressure it's under. It begs to kiss them. To lose itself in the soft and sweet promises it hears in their whisper. As if Eden never closed. As if the tree never happened.

But I swear, I look at you.. not a glance or gander or meaningless gaze. But a shift in my heart. A realization in my soul, that what my eyes have stumbled upon is a spectacle. Like a bewitching melody that hides in your ear that just won't leave.
A beautiful and strong monument marking history proudly, unwavering, marking the day of a new age, after months of sorrow.
You speak so - eloquently. So passionately. Your voice is like a harp. With more thought and intensity than the next, your mouth dances with the effervescence of an ice skater. But the only thing that's cold, is the world around you.

I promise i see it.
I see the strength.
I see the scars.
The way your life is like a story
Of struggle and sacrifice just like ours.
Ur human.
Ur imperfect.
But that's why your perfect.

I usually saw the tragedy in the world like a one sided story.
But when I hear your voice.
See your eyes. Feel your smile in my chest.
I feel as if I've opened chapters to a book I never noticed. Not black and white and ink spots dotted across the page.
But with color.
Beautiful illustrations with texture that my eyes can touch.
Stories that have tears and pain
Covered by the triumph and
Confidence.
Like a book that a child reads
And oohs and ahs at.
The courage you had as you've pushed through all the hardships and came out victorious.
You inspire me.
In ways I can't put in words.
To be a better man and better person
And for that i thank you.
I hope to marry you.
To hold you, to hug you.
To celebrate the great times
And most importantly to be your soldier through the ache and the struggle.

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