• Helen.

    Dear Fullest Lips,

    You looked at us all with those hint-of-love, sad eyes. One by one, my men fell prey to your maiden will.  To this day, I stand alone, as the only man to deny you. We both know that you are more adept than you let on. Your feigned innocence and sort-of naïve charm only works on foolish boys.

    I admire your soft skin, smooth, with a fair pigment.  Your dark blue eyes seem, to me, to be, too sad for your age. Your petite and perfectly formed nose fits you, makes you. It exists in harmonic balance with your, rosy, sunken cheeks. Though, most of all, I admire the most fantastic feature you posses. Your lips would send a thousand ships, to their demise in war, but for a glimpse of a shimmer of hope.

    I ask only that you remember me, and remember the way in which you have made me smile. I am fortunate to not have been driven to madness by you.  Still, those lips are ever present in my mind. While it is true, you have marked me, I will take this inspiration, you have gifted, and flee.

    My only regret is that I have nothing, close of value, to reciprocate. Perhaps it’s you, perhaps it’s me, or perhaps its fate.

    I tried to capture your beauty in a painting but it was an impossible task.

    Sincerely,

    Subtly Stricken

    September 12, 2012
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