When I look into your eyes…
I always tend to look at them twice.
Curiously searching for something they are…
As if in quest of a deeper meaning they are.
Then I look at your hair…
Sometimes smooth, sometimes mischievous they are.
They talk briskly to your admirers…
And guard your beautiful forehead from your pursuers.
Gradually as I focus on your nose…
A little round and like the bud of a rose.
Smelling the aroma of excitement around…
It makes the entire world turnaround.
And then there are those lips…
Soft like flower petals and sweet little chips.
They move animatedly when you talk…
And seldom ease when you stop.
That cute little black beauty spot…
Complements your look of being a different sort.
It protects you from the evil eye…
Or does it take your admirer to a poetic high?
The YOU in entirety
The YOU in everything
The YOU who casts a spell
-vociferous
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