Francesca Lia BlockI want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
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I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. : I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. In this short sentence, we can get a sense of what this woman is looking for. She wants her man to be gentle and sensitive. If she loves him, he will care for her and make her feel special.
Source: Dangerous Angels
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