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Beautiful Boy
I close my eyes and I see him again
 The beautiful boy from my memory
 One from a time I don't remember when
 But I can not forget, that he used to like me
 
 He is tall and handsome
 With a sing-song voice that silences birds
 When he calls my name, I will always come
 To describe his looks, there are hardly words
 
 His arms around me, muscles rippling
 In his caress, I feel safe and secure
 And i am always, always, smiling
 I can not escape his charm and allure
 
 His dazzling smile puts the sun to shame
 When he shines its glorious light
 Every time I call his wonderful name
 It obscures the stars that shine so bright
 
 His laugh that rings loud in my ears
 As he approaches, chuckling at me
 My heartbeat increasing as he slowly nears
 The world around us blurs and he is all I see
 
 His bleach blond hair
 A golden halo rimming his timeless face
 He is too wonderful
 He is my beautiful boy
 
 Fair skin, effortless, flawless
 Visible radiance, with his own soft glow
 At first glance, you would never guess
 That he is the other part of our dynamic duo
 
 He's got a cute button nose, sweet, soft lips
 I open my mouth, I have something to say
 I frown at him with my hands on my hips
 And I say "I hope you never get away"
 
 He looks straight into me
 With his bright blue eyes like the sky
 Gently caressing the Caribbean Sea
 As we kiss, the world holds only him and I
 
 Too good to be real
 Yet his existence is more concrete
 To me than the sidewalks I travel each day
 Than the walls surrounding me,
 covered in mementos
 Of our time, gone by too fast.
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