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Stefan, her eyelashes – and good morning
(Takes little for happiness )
So little it takes just one tiny sweet twitch of her lower lip.
One quite ordinary whisper of her lashes.
One ordinary so dear to the heart and a desired sign.
He would walk through the clouds again.
He made the moon, squint, while he was kissing.
Tenderly fingers twisted into the hair.
He loved with my whole soul the tiny sweet twitch of her lower lips.
Unbridled, infinitely happy,
Hovered that very ordinary and graceful beauty, the whisper of her eyelashes.
Take little for happiness.