When we move past the
first few meetings…
Memory seizes to be the CGI
painted by butterflies.
The blemishes forget their airbrush.
When food smudges are no longer
Romantic to wipe off,
You are still the most
beautiful human being.
And I, still the most
Truthful I have ever been.

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