If I had the ability to draw, I would draw your face as clearly as I would if
you were in front of me instead of being miles away. I would start by drawing
its unknown outline thanks to the diffuse fog that your long beard offers.
I would draw a semi-frown on your populated and defined eyebrows; a
mischievous look in your eyes whose blue I could never define well (perhaps
because of the opaque glow that veiled them), and a half-sided smile on your
soft and perfect lips.
The full expression would reflect the decision I saw in your eyes the first
time you took me by my waist to kiss me in the middle of the height and the
darkness.
If I had the ability to draw, I would define your long nose and perfect tip in
the middle of that gesture (a gesture that, by the way, would lift your
cheekbones and give a certain feline expression to your traits and to the
complete attitude).
If I could draw, I would draw your temples with some grey hair, and populate
the rest of your hair with wheat fields in autumn... A similar colour would
put on your beard, although, to it and its autumn, I would add a red sunset to
tint.
No place in the world can portray you, to my eyes, as my memory can. No place
in the world, but your own face.
...Who would say that I suffer from face blindness.
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