The Face of Adonis
How can one be as breathtaking,
As bedazzling, and beautiful as him?
With his beaming grin
That is a force that pushes humanity to sin
Just so any of them can meet his gaze, can be seen by him
Through his electric eyes where you thought your future lies
Toned are his muscles that are vines
A beanstalk that all who discover are willing to cling on to
Yet he is a flower with a season of blooming
Petal by petal, his downfall sprung
Blood streamed, tears trickled
What is beauty when one is breathless?
Take a deep breath, inhale the air of life
It may be spiteful, horrid, flawed, and hideous
But at least, tables are still turning
Infinite chances will soon be knocking
There's more to life than just the face of Adonis
- louvingly
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