Your face is exquisite, your form, the best, But one single part, above all the rest. It is not your eyes, though they are deep blue, I do not see this when I look at you. The skin thats so soft and smooth to the touch Is not the part that I cherish so much. Though hair is important, it is not all. Nor is it form, though that is straight and tall. That one thing I see (it shoots me a mile) Is the appearance of one bright smile.
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