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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