The sunlight on the back of your neck,
ear-lobes, hair;
the page-reflected glow onto your chin,
dimming upward towards your eyes;
all else, darkness around you.
If I’d never seen that you are beautiful;
that day, the light that chose to steal up
behind you,
to settle on you so gently, but dazzlingly;
that light would have been light enough
to reflect forever in my mind.
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