Love Letter to Daniel


Your feet are regular feet,

Your hands are regular hands,

But your heart is no regular heart.

Your heart speaks to me and only me.

I take in every whisper of your soul

Like I’m ripping open a mountain,

Admiring all of its beauty.

Until suddenly,

Your feet are no regular feet,

And your hands are no regular hands,

Because they’re your feet,

And they’re your hands,

And there’s nothing regular about that.



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