Lxiv. sweet creature

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Dark autumn-like brown eyes,

long feathery lashes,

parrot-like sweet red nose, and

those cold delicate pink lips.


oh! that flushed rosy lips

and words that come from your mouth

are like the golden raw honey drips.

When you call my name, my heart makes a flip!


Oh, darling, your rolling round curls

reminds me of those fluffy clouds

so when the night falls, I want my hands in them,

so I can twist and twirl.


pearl-like white teeth, beautifully

arranged like the tender petals of

that ravishing rose.


jawline's sharp enough to strike

through my heart, dear,

that scar will never heal.

no mi amor, it's permanent like a seal.


long, rough yet tender fingers, every day

I wish to hold them, even if it's for a short while.

Those prominent palm lines remind me of

those colorful rays of rainbows.

What a sweet creature you are!


at last, is that persistent and pure heart

always strong, powerful, and vigorous yet,

still as mellow as frost mist.

your soul is infrequent, divine, and odd.

just, so rare to find something

like this, yet I couldn't

keep it forever and cherish.

                                             
                                    —him.

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