''Ομορφιά μου'', he tells her.
''My beauty''...
First thing in the morning.
When she's just woken up.
Eyes still bleary from sleep.
Hair in a terrible mess
frightful enough to scare
the brave hairstylist on the face of this planet
Not a speck of makeup on her.
'My beauty''...he tells her.
And she melts like butter on toast...
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