His eyes reveal,
his hopes, dreams, fears,
and shows when he cares.
They tell me that there is
life
in him.
Those eyes,
so beautiful,
They never lie.
But his lips do.
His lips,
The color rose red.
Just perched there under his nose.
Waiting... waiting
for me to introduce my lips with his.
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