Did I ever tell you my Noir,
That you are perfect.
Perfect from head to toe.
The way your face turned into a shade of red,
When I complimented you,
Were you feeling happy my divine?
The insecurities of yours,
I wish I can take it away,
Every single bit of it.
Your hair,
The pair of eyebrows you have,
The pair of eyes you have,
Your nose,
Your lips,
Your jawline,
Your height,
The sturdy and semi-muscular physique of yours,
All of it is,
Divinely shaped and perfect.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoésieThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
