He’s got the kind of eyes,
I couldn’t look aside.
He is the kind of guy people write poems about,
Enchanting eyes and a deadly smile.
His voice, a muse, no bird ever escaped by.
He’s got the eyes anyone would fall for.
And wet locks of hair on weekends,
The sleepy voice he talks in, gets any heart flying.
And when he sings, I lose my touch with reality,
Lost deep into his eyes, losing my sanity.
He’s got the kind of smile that would radiate the sun,
Embarrass the moon and make stars shy away.
He is the kind of guy people write books about,
Pretty eyes and a deadly smile.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And he doesn't exist is a different kind of pain........
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Dear Meera, he sounds just too good to be true. Keep him firmly in your imagination and dream. Lovely work. Have a great day.
Yeah he is toon good to be true but safe in my mind. Thank you for reading the poem and ur comment😊❤️
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