Your face, with it's freshly shaved cheeks, smooth skin lightly tinged with a ruddy blush. Blue green eyes alternate constantly. One minute they are bright and flashing with good humor and mirth, the next they are wide and serious, looking deep into mine as you whisper words only my ears are meant to hear. Still other times, they darken to slate gray...and these are the times I know your heart is burdened as your mind tries to grapple with sadness that has so seldom touched your life. A proud nose and a delicately pointed chin, a thinker's brow. Care lines around your eyes are a road map for a lifetime of smiles you've shared, bestowed upon those who are lucky enough to call you friend. A surprisingly smooth forehead, a good indicator that frowns seldom stay long enough to leave an imprint. Eyelashes as delicate as moth's wings rest lightly on your cheeks as each blink becomes longer and longer as sleep begins to claim you as we lie face to face in the semi darkness. Your face; as familiar as my own.
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