A guy in a crimson hoodie,
We first laid eyes on you,
Amidst the bustling fish ball store,
Your gaze fixed upon us,
An unspoken connection unfurled,
A tapestry of hidden meanings.
Keano, a name whispered in the wind,
Unraveling mysteries with each syllable,
Unfolding depths unfathomed,
Lost in the labyrinth of your essence.
Your piercing stare, a magnetic force,
Tousled locks framing a captivating visage,
A mustache adding a touch of intrigue,
Drawing me into your enigmatic aura.
Each garment a nod to bygone eras,
Echoes of the '90s woven into your style,
A nostalgic charm that captivates the soul.
In your presence, perfection finds form,
An ode to the allure of the unknown,
Expressive and wondrous, a symphony of fascination.
YOU ARE READING
"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"
Poesíapoem of nonstop emotions that you are going to relate
