They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I say “poppycock!”
No one could feel differently about you.
I love the way your long hair flows over your shoulders, outlining that oh so pretty face. I love the way your lips stretch to form that oh so pretty smile. I love the way your eyelashes spread above those oh so pretty eyes.
Sometimes I get the urge to tell you just how oh so pretty you are, but I’m just oh so scared.