A BEAUTIFUL SOUL

I secretly adore the mole on her right cheek

And the corner of her lips when she smiles,

For a blush, how her face is so meek,

For her smile might deceive with lies

But her eyes always expose the truth

That heart of mine seeks,

Is in the middle of the maze of her heart.

 

That beautiful face with the shine of moon

Not arrogant, but serene and aesthetic

Those cheekbones as they swell in a chortle

With the symphony of her voice is poetic

She walks as a graceful deer

And flies like a dauntless eagle

Her presence is exhilarating and magnetic.

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