The


He loves her in every way,
The way the wind blows through her
Her
Her
Her
Lavender tinted hair
And the way the sun glints off of her eyes
In a way that Venus herself would
Covet.

He loves the way she
She
She
She
Takes each day with a new breath,
The way her laugh echoes through him
Waking the butterflies from their
Metamorphosis.

He loves her in every way, but
But
But
But
These reasons enough
Were not alone to break him out
Of indecision.

The

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