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at my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly
with every one, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me, listening.
I thought I saw a smile.
(R.E.M. - at my most beautiful)


have you ever seen or thought of such great love that could spend time counting his beloved´s eyelashes???
that's the kind of love I expect to find in my life.
if it will ever happen, I have no idea... I guess it is out of my control, isn't it?