Poem #1

February 17, 2011
I saw him first
I was sure he was unreal
Carved from marble
By an aspiring Michelangelo

His lips are pursed and perfect
A testament to beauty of solemnity
I can make him laugh
His smile bursts in brilliant color

I dream of him each night
His beauty hurts each day
His laugh rings in my ears
The boy who is nothing to me

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