I will be frank with you,
not Joe,
nor Jane
or some man
you saw in a sea of faces on the street.
Your Beautiful...
With eyes, I am glad to meet.
With lips that sip every last drip of life till full.
A flower waves in wondering wind with a touch of delicacy
With a powerful glace from your look I sense intimacy.
There truth be told...
nothing is with held
for truth I do no longer wish to hold.
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