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She still asks me why I love her so much,
For she says she doesn't feel sexy or beautiful.
I just look at her and smile, no fear,
Stealing a kiss from her, for my soul is joy.
I tell her I didn't just fall in love with her eyes,
Or her walk, or the scent of her skin.
I like everything, from a simple kiss,
To that scar he bears on his faithful knee.
And it's that love is blind, without qualms,
When souls meet and attract,
When hearts look at each other with no holds barred,
And in the way we look at each other and desire.
When she smiles, my world becomes clear,
For true love never runs out and never ends.