Right here.

Perceive me then, for it is what I am meant for. Look at me, and see the good and bad within, both at the same time. Perceive me, forever and before that time, with eyes seeing, or blind. Perceive the flaws and the good bits alike, I fear not your judgement, for you read minds not in this lifetime.

There Is a Piece of My Soul Somewhere in The Universe

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Friday, 9 January 2026

How Beautiful You Are

 How beautiful you are under this light,

Your hair like silk upon my pillow,
Skin soft, lips like velvet –
Breathless, like I never thought I would be.
How strange a night,
How welcome your light
Wandering back into my life.
How sweet your kiss, with your beard soft against
The pink of my lips – warmth;
Your skin upon mine,
Your body upon mine.
Ignite.
Ignite the light,
Under which you lie, so soft, so bright,
Your hair like silk upon my bedsheets,
Grey and white, just as they were the first time,
A gentle brown.
Lay your lips upon mine –
Your body upon mine.
How you never hurt, I don't know why –
How beautiful you are under this light,
Breathless, like I never thought I would be,
When I lay my eyes upon your face, sleeping,
Skin soft –
But no, not just skin, softness in your soul;
I see it too, so close, yet so far.
Oh, under this light, how sweet it is to lay my eyes
Upon this precious little life,
That in you resides.

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