Her eyes were like a painting,
An odd place I never knew.
But once in a while I get lost in them.
Her eyes were like a poetry,
I could never understand
Yet I kept on reading them and a day could feel like a second.
Her lips was beautiful, like it was sculpted by the hands of the Gods.
Pure, rosy, tempting.
But most of all her eyes were the thing I fall for.
My heart skipped a beat
But she stare at him with love.
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