In which I count the ways that I love you
She’s a no holds barred, shits ungiven, unbridled pillar of purest sass.
She’s got more eye twinkles than a children’s poem, a laugh that’s seen you without your trousers, and a tongue that can choose to dice you or nice you.
Mountains cower at her command and slink off at the jab of a finger; chaos parts before her, scrabbling frantically to order at a single glance.
She’s got a heart that gives and gives and gives, and she writes no return address on the back.
Her love feels like the rise of the sun on cold skin, a warm pair of arms after years at sea.
She’s hidden in plain sight so only the luckiest can see her.
I’m so glad I could.
Awesome!
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😀 Thank you!!
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I love this lizard. I’ve seen so many with similar expressions on their faces and you’ve captured it so well!
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Thank you! 😀 I’m glad to have written something that lets him and his swagger out into the open!
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Just beautiful Isla, both your words and art.xx
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Thank you so much, Ann! ❤ xxxx
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