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Staring

Staring into the sky in the night, trying no to see the darkness but the light in the stars.
Staring at the horizon during sunset, smiling at the wonder of such a sight. A sight so beautiful.

Staring at the waves of the sea, trying not to think of the lives it has swallowed, rather the joy it brings to those who entrust it with their lives. The waves, moving soft and smoothly, break into splashes bringing onto the sandy beaches a breeze so soothing.

Staring into the rains, choosing not to see the potential in the looming storm, rather the beautiful red orange yellow rainbow that would color the skies afterwards.

Staring into her large, dark-brown eyes. My heart racing. Beating a little, but a little more, harder with every breath taken next to you. You know how when eyes talk to eyes, the whole world stands still. Time waits and nature listens.

Staring at your hour glass physique, wondering whether what I'm seeing is a mirage. Trying my level best not to be trapped by my thirst and boundless desire. Praying that the geography of your curves does not lead me into lust.

Staring at the most beautiful girl in the world. Her beauty so amazing, her heart so loving, her smile so pretty revealing a diastema, on which prince charmings would rise to war over.

Staring at her and wishing, wishing I could talk 'till the pools of purple coloured the skies, a flood with gold and rose. But now that I'm running out of things to say, I shall end with the most common line since the conception of love, "I LOVE YOU."

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