You are so beautiful to me.
You are so beautiful.
I love the way your eyes shine when I look into them.
I love your beautiful green meadows.
I love the beautiful curves of your thighs.
I love that you invented love, knowing that
love is what you were and are, always.
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You are so beautiful.
I love your sandy beaches.
I love your night clubs.
I love your beautiful insects.
I love your lovely animals trapped in laboratory cages.
I love your green blades of grass.
I love your starry skies.
I love the heart that you have.
I love that you brought love into this world.
I love your hills and sunsets.
I love your beautiful maidens,
so many beautiful colors and shapes and sizes.
You overwhelm me.
I love your politicians scrabbling,
doing what they can to bring about a better world.
I love your people.
Your brown ones.
Your black ones.
Your white ones.
Your red ones.
Your yellow ones.
I love how you come out in so many beautiful forms.
I love your music.
I love all your beautiful harmonies,
and notes, and melodies, and songs.
I love your beautiful cows grazing on the hillside.
I love your beautiful pigs trapped inside windowless
concrete and intense ammonia smells.
I love your evolution and your sharp red tooth and claw
and survival of the fittest which enables all of us
that are here to be very fit to our environment.
I love your feelings.
I love your anger and your grief and your fear and your
pity and your sorrow and your joy and your ecstasy.
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I love your babies, and all of your young things,
all of your youthful beauty.
I love your youthful beauty with ringlets in your hair.
I love your old, frail, ill, demented elderly people.
I love death.
I love that you invented death so that everything
could have a life span that ended
and thus make way for the new.
I love your sexy shapes.
I love your breasts, and pussies, and cocks, and hard
passionate sex and tender devoted love-making.
I love your friendship.
I love what a beautiful friend you are.
I love how we care for each other so much,
even though we're not actually separate,
though we pretend to be.
I love your great artists.
I love your great painters and sculptors and
movie-makers and composers and singers.
I love everything about you too that’s mediocre
and everyday.
I love your uniqueness and specialness
and how different you are everywhere,
and also how the same you are everywhere.
I love how you hide, behind every tree
and gesture and moment and action.
I love how you hide behind every person's face.
I love how you hide behind every horrible and tragic
thing that has ever happened,
and wept over them too, through "us."
I love too how you hide behind every beautiful and
wonderful and successful thing that happens.
I love how you hide behind both success and failure,
beautiful and ugly, good and bad,
right and wrong, up and down.
Every bit of you, even the "wrong,"
is so beautiful and good and true and right.
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I love how you allow me to discover bit by bit
how beautiful it is to be in love with you.
I love you so much.
I can’t possibly ever convey to you how sweet
and beautiful and wonderful you are.
I love your beautiful forms, your mothers and fathers,
aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces,
brothers and sisters.
I love it when you find the love of your life.
I love the beautiful heart
that you can find in people everywhere,
and you don’t fool me anymore—I know it’s you.
I am so in love with you.
I am so hopelessly in love with you, whenever I am.
You are so utterly and indescribably beautiful
just as you are.
You pain my heart with your beauty.
I am so grateful to you for allowing me to see
that there is no you and me, there’s only you.
I love you so much.
You are so beautiful.
I love being your complete, utter, hopeless fool.
Thank you for allowing me, you, this, us
to exist, sweetheart.
—jim sloman 4/16/01 for Apr 16
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