Your eyes are like ice, they send a chill down my spine,
So radiant I wish they were mine,
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Your inner beauty is marked by your outer beauty mark,
Sitting above those kissable lips,
Same lips that make my brain spark,
and when they part the smile makes my hair straighten to it's tips.
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Can't get enough of your eyes -Wait Who can disregard those perfect eyes?
Even if you look down on them you'd be faced with the well moulded nose,
And the sight of that perfectly chiseled chin can only be equalled by d sight of a host of angels gliding through d sunny skies,
Been wondering why God's called the perfect artist, with such a perfect work of art (you) now everyone knows 😉.
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GOOD MORNING HUN! ☕😘
YOU ARE READING
COLLECTION OF DUSTY OLD POEMS
PoetryJust a couple old poems I could salvage from over the years... could find 98% of them. Most are about the only person I loved, once called "my partner, my everything " Now known as "My Ex" Enjoy PS: Thanks to @Mominamable335 for the cover ❤
