FAVOURITE PERSON? | 18

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In his eyes, a dreamy gaze so deep,
Wrinkles form as his smiles take a leap.
From afar, I admire his grace,
Yearning for a friendship to embrace.

His smile, a beacon that lights up my day,
His gaze, a warmth that keeps fears at bay.
Though he's a stranger, I feel safe and sound,
A special connection that I have found.

Unexpectedly, he became so dear,
A favorite person, ever so clear.
My eyes light up when he comes into view,
Adoration and admiration, all so true.

He's my lucky charm, this I believe,
In his presence, my heart finds reprieve.
I'll continue to adore, never to cease,
For he holds a special place of peace.



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