An Inarticulate Romantic

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The prettiest eyes
I’ve seen are
small, dark,
yet kind

Hidden behind
my favorite spectacles
(a failed attempt to)
make them
Hard to find

A sculpted forehead
chiseled cheeks
a carved smile
captivating, provoking
Perfectly shaped
magical hands
with twists, twirls
a symphony composing

The tune that plays
is the song
my heart shall play
forever long

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