MASK MAN | 22

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Eyes as deep as the ocean, oh my dear,
With a smile so clear.
Those wrinkles, the beautiful scars like the moon,
His smile, a sight so beautiful, blooms.
Tall and charming, with hands that play,
With every little thing, that comes his way.
His ears, they blush, a sign so sweet,
As his cuteness, skipping heart a beat.
The way he laughed, the way he gazed,
Made my heart flutter and my thoughts entwined.
His mask may hide, but I see through,
To the beauty within, oh so pure and true.

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