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When you look into his eyes you get lost,
the brown so honey like.
You might get stuck.

The freckles on his face makes
you want to trace your fingers
to his lips.

His smile so bright you don't
want to stop making him laugh.

His voice so soft and sweet.
You can't help but ask him to speak.

When the day comes to a close
end. you can't help but to giggle
at his hair. For he does not care.

His hand so soft you can't help
but sneak a touch. To get lost in time
with his hands on yours until you have
to part.

When you have to leave you can't help
but put it off to the last second. For he
is the last person you want to see. Maybe
he won't want to wait and see.

When he hugs you it is so light. You just
simply want to stay in the embrace. But at
the end of the day he has a place to be.

The place is not your heart it is another's;
who would of thought. You lay in bed
waiting for him to realize your the one
he needs. Not her.