"Fall in Love is not the person, not the figure"

Fall in Love is not the person, not in pieces,
And it is, oddly enough, not the legs.
Fall in love with the finest of nature
And cracks on pink lips.

Fall in love with the roughness of the skin,
In bends the shoulders and light cold hands,
In my eyes, that others do not like,
And machine-gun fast heart hammering.

Falls in love with a wave of eyelashes rather short
And the mole on slender shoulders,
In the constellation of freckles someone wondrous
And dimpled cheeks velvet.

Fall not in person, not in pieces - they just mask mirage.
They fall in love for a long time only in nature,
Fall in love with soul music.

Author: Anna
Sharkunova Photo: Sina

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"If the soul is empty - so time to change the route»
"Try to eat at least one apple»

via www.adme.ru/tvorchestvo-pisateli/poprobuj-sest-hot-odno-yabloko-870110/