When you smile your cheeks do not form a dimple
There is no special beauty mark
Not the voice of a nightingale
Yet your presence sends a spark.
Hair not long enough for plaits
Nor an hourglass physique
No manicured nails
The twinkle in your eyes hides a mystique.
Our first conversation is still fresh
In that instant it was my heart that you stole
I love making you blush
Your beauty is your soul
Your every feature sets you apart
I only have one last confession
You are a class-act
You are the answer to all my questions.
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