| Golden brown hair
is good for eyes to look at it |
| For breeze to blow
its shimmering end at east |
| His angel face that
capture every moving soul |
| With a reputation
we can always recall |
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| His hazel eyes that
mirror every single emotion |
| How it dance when
he's glad |
| And how it lost its
light when he's sad |
| But those eyes may
display a sign of explosion |
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| His narrow-bridge
nose that continue to breathe |
| And will absorb the
purity of life beneathe |
| His soft young lips
is always firm |
| And an irresistable
smile from his is form |
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| His smile takes
away my worries |
| As I watch him in
all his movies |
| A face that forever
I won't forget |
| For his life will
always be there to set |
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by:
Cherry
Cristales |
