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The beauty of his face is haunting.

I probe into the blue of his eyes.

I could nigh behold the depths of his soul,

the altruism inside.



The beauty of his language pulls me in.

His oration is through his hands.

But in his eyes, is a brilliant smile,

too impassioned to understand.



I gaze, and I gaze, I ever wonder,

how he could be mine.

What have I done, for the angels to send,

this blessed man of mine?



The beauty of his being is haunting.

I probe into the colours put fourth.

A rainbow of smiles, the blue of his eyes,

will never tell me what he is worth.