his and hers


her hair grew dark,
like midnight swirling down the curves of her back,
his was chestnut, like her skin,
falling over his eyes when he talked,
her emerald eyes danced as she smiled
and her laugh echoed like the tinkling of bells,
he had a grin like cheshire cat,
with sapphires glowing utop in the light,
a smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks,
her forehead filled with faded lines of laughter,
she was his, and he was hers,
and that was always that.

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