My Dimples of Venus and Your Blue Eyes I now admire my dimples of Venus. They are mesmerizing. It took me some time to get here, at this stage of self-admiration. Is there any meaning in having them? I am building my self-esteem up from shattered glass. The fire is back. I now hear people saying you are very strong, and I agree. It's the forza my best friend talks about. I call it courage. Your blue eyes. The catalysts. I revisit the past in black and white. Your blue eyes are still my weakness. I have always searched for you, and then I stopped looking. It seems like you had been there all along, and I didn't realize. It was like searching for air. It was all around me and yet invisible. I want the sun to burn my skin again. The vitality of the day entrenching my pores with joy and sweat. The perks of being close to the ocean. The second most perfect place after your blue eyes. I need you to make me yours with resolution and a brave spirit. I don't want crumbs anymore