I streal a glance in his eyes.
He steals a glance back.
My heart melts from ice to water.
I paint his portrait in the depths
Of my mind.
Where it has resided for many months.
I never forget that smile,
Those piercing brown eyes.
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| When I pass by him, I streal a glance in his eyes. He steals a glance back. My heart melts from ice to water. I paint his portrait in the depths Of my mind. Where it has resided for many months. I never forget that smile, Those piercing brown eyes. |
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