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Him
He’s like the cool, fresh morning air
I never have to find him because he’s always there
When he looks at me with those greenish hazel eyes,
I couldn’t help but stare back and wonder why
Why does he love me? Why does he cherish and adore me like a prize?
He knew me so well, he could see the insecurities hiding behind my eyes.
He always told me to love myself for nobody will, that’s what I love about him, he always kept it real
He’d grab my hands and force my eyes to look into his
I’d look down and blush, he always made me feel like a kid.
He was the sunshine at the end of the tunnel
He was always there to catch me when I’d stumble
There was so many things he taught. He taught me self worth, to always love myself first
Besides his intelligent and creative personality
He was gorgeous and has the most beautiful eyes that would always make me nervous
He had the neatest, whitest most perfect teeth that shined on purpose
He stood at 6’3 with an amazing body
He’s one of a kind, the type you’d spot out at a crowded party.
THIS IS HIM!

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This poem is not too personal, it is about what I want love to be like.