He might not create visual masterpieces or present himself to the world as something worth taking a second glance at, but his heart was pure. And his intentions were good. It was something. And because she’d recognized and accepted the love he had to give, it was more than enough.
He wasn’t good at stringing fancy words together and couldn’t spout poetry to her or romance her with his knowledge of fine wines or art, but he could love her unconditionally. Because it was the only way he knew how.
~from Pixie's Promise
Tattooed by Love, Book 2
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