My Sweet

November 15, 2011
The summer winds move fast and slow, the sun rays on his hair shines midnight black;

The eyes so chocolate brown, so kind when they stare, and squeeze shut when he makes a funny face;

His smile so nice, with his lips so soft, when they kiss my finger tips and then my lips, so soft;

He doesn't have to be perfect he just has to be my sweet

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