In the peaceful day like this,
All I think is your perfect face.
How you brush your hair with your fingers
And how you smile that will refect to you eyes
Remembering your cute acts,
Will be enough for my giggles to fit.
I just wanna reach your cheeks
And plant a small kisses on it
Oh, Rhodz, what did you do to me?
Did you just spell a cast on me?
Why does everything about you,
Is enough to serves me as a hue.
Hugging you is what I crave,
And that kind of feelings of mine must be save.
This poem might be lame,
But all I really crave is u, not the fame.
©aesthetic1
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