To be loved this way, with such intense emotional depth, a selfless passion of delicate strength, in such propinquity of the selflessness of love.
What an acquiescence to one's own need to be loved. A quiet yearning, with a deafening cry for appreciation of one's soul, promulgated by the resplendence of itself, a splendor unable to be hidden.
Looking dejectedly, her eyes glistening like gemstones, pleading for a hope of semblance of happiness, unaware of their own rarity and value. Their clarity unhindered by the murky outlook of the perception of her circumstance, their composition even more pure. Her despondency unable to inhibit her fervent spectrum of affinity for love and being loved.
What an acquiescence to one's own need to be loved. A quiet yearning, with a deafening cry for appreciation of one's soul, promulgated by the resplendence of itself, a splendor unable to be hidden.
Looking dejectedly, her eyes glistening like gemstones, pleading for a hope of semblance of happiness, unaware of their own rarity and value. Their clarity unhindered by the murky outlook of the perception of her circumstance, their composition even more pure. Her despondency unable to inhibit her fervent spectrum of affinity for love and being loved.