an intriguing love

September 13, 2009
To each his own is so cliche,
I'd like to come out and finally say...
it's in his eyes, his smile, his hair,
an aura of light follows him everywhere.

He's strong, nice, and very nearly buff,
but his mere good looks are not enough.
It lies in his soul, what I yearn to seek,
yet only in transience; I'll get a mere peek.

His arrogance and spite do not seem to exist,
his feautres enhanced only as we kissed.
Something about him, that I can't quite place,
I'd track it down, if it were worth the chase.

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