Your eyes are like an ocean,
So blue, and never an ending.
Your smile is like a flashlight,
It brightens even my darkest of days.
Your soft brown curls are like ringlets of perfection,
Never one out of place.
Your hands are like ovens,
They warm up even the cold ones.
So blue, and never an ending.
Your smile is like a flashlight,
It brightens even my darkest of days.
Your soft brown curls are like ringlets of perfection,
Never one out of place.
Your hands are like ovens,
They warm up even the cold ones.
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