The window to your world

“How lovely!” it’s always I’ve been told.

The long little hairs that fan your skin,

they stopped the falls the roll and spin.

They’d always threaten to disappear,

when a smile on your lips appear.

That signature enigmatic stare,

to look back: I’d always dare.

Your Eyes—

one of the many beautiful things

about you.

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