Décris quelque chose dont la beauté t'a ému(e) ou captivé(e), de préférence récemment. (Attention ça doit être une description, pas se contenter de mettre un lien vers une image!)
I could write love letters to eir face.
Ey hate eir beauty, does't ey ?
I think I understand why. Ey may think "what did this face ever bring to me ?". Somehow...
However, what ey may not realise, it's what it brings to me. How I shiver. It's that I could write love letters to eir face.
A daily present lingering upon my eyes. Eir beauty, eir brightness, eir unbelievable face and frame, a kind of miracle.
These eyes - how can eyes be so striking ? They tear me, deep behind the walls where I hide. These lips - how can lips be so perfectly drawn ? They speak the sharpest words, they move me to the core, yet I'm craving, and fighting the impulse of a fleeting kiss.
And freckles ! And translucent skin, bristled with fair hair, and the perfect brows' arch in the quiet harmony of eir features, and eir hands around, so graceful - how can ey be so slender, so strong, and dainty and frail and sharp ?
…I could write love letters to eir face. I never think eirs to be possible.
Oh, the blessing, the unquenchable pleasure to look at eir !
I write love letters to eir face.