Staring at him,
Is one of the things I'm really good at,
Oh! How beautiful that face is,
His eyes hold a twinkle,
A dimpled smile on his face,
Every morning,
His face,
Is my inspiration to wake up,
Every time our eyes lock,
I feel chills running down my spine,
Even though it's summer,
His cute smile encourages mine,
And his laugh seizes me,
Irresistible he is,
Intriguing too,
It's like he's a piece of art,
With me staring at him,
Fascinated,
And the sun's rays,
Give him a hand,
By falling on his features,
Making him look God-like,
Frustrating it is,
Knowing I can't get enough of him,
Such a beauty!
Oh God!
Sometimes I just can't....
-r.f.
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