His curly black hair, oh how it flows,
In wild tangles and romantic throes.
It frames his face with such finesse,
A perfect match for his eyes, I confess.

His eyes, oh those beautiful eyes,
In them I find a world of surprise.
Deep and dark, yet full of light,
They captivate me day and night.

Together, his hair and eyes create,
A vision that's hard to replicate.
A beauty that's beyond compare,
A combination that's truly rare.

So I'll cherish this sight, every day,
And to him, these words I'll say:
"Your hair and eyes are a work of art,
And they've captured my very heart."

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