Hour 18: Prompt 18: Her

The way the orange and red shines upon her rose colored cheeks is something I hope to never forget

The way the drips of rain gently flow down her skin is something I hope to see a thousand times

The way the stars seem to all gather in her eyes as she looks at me is something I hope I never become blind to

Yet here I am

Taking it all for granted

Knowing my whole galaxy lives within her

For some reason still choosing to close my eyes

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