i know this because i'm staring
at a postcard she sent.
a monet print.
who sends postcards these days?
she does.
she's pleasantly different
a cut above.
her eyes are full
of art
and literature,
there is little you can bring up
that she doesn't
know and have something
to say about.
it has little to do with beauty,
although she is quite
beautiful. it's more
what lies below and shines out.
i'm hoping that i'll make
her my girl,
one day.
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