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Your look is like the gaze of the sun,
Like ice, it melts my heart.
Your smile compares to an evening sunset over the sea,
It summons and arouses my feeling for nature.

Your sparkling white teeth
Reminds me of the glittering stars
On a full moon night.

Just Like the moon peeps behind cloud,
Your eyeballs stare beneath its lids.
How much I long for that look
The alluring one.
To pull me out of my skin,

To a journey beyond the creeks.

Pope Fhysx © 2017

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