Face Reader

I swoon the moment I saw both of your deep hazel brown eye

Those curves of that imperfect lips that was so red like dye

Could it be an audacity

To tell you how that features was in scarcity?

An epitome of perfection

Those eye brows and cheeks that gave much of an exemption

And with slight bow and quirk hint of expression

That never-ending features was always enough to cause a certain commotion

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