him

when you think of love,

you could see many things.

from the smell of roses,

to the sight of a place.

i think of him.

his eyes as pretty as a flower,

his smile brighter than the sun,

his lips as soft as a blanket.

hes what i love,

what i think of when i hear love.

hes my world.

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