Hair as glossy as fresh polished wood,
Scruffy, all over the place, escaping from the roots.
Eyes as bright as the shining stars,
They twinkle into mine, even from afar.
Lips as red as a rose, waiting to unfold,
Soft and delicate as they touch; together a perfect mould.
All these things are indescribable,
More than words can say.
This is how I look at you,
Every single day!
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Poèmes pour vous (a.k.a poems for you)
PoésieA blend of mismatched poems to fit my random moods :) Created just for you, I hope you enjoy...