Truth

Everything about you is golden--

Hair, face, and eyes.

Everything about you is perfect--

Proportioned and faultlessly sized.

Everything.  Everything.

Except the way you say your goodbyes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem when I was in the eleventh grade--before I ever met a male I could fall for.  Young people have such sensitive and erotic imaginations!

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