A Crush
eyes bright as the stars
his skin clean without scars.
his smile is the sunset
his teeth the light.
looks happy from afar.
but close up he is the sun.
voice as sweet as honey
hair like long silks.
he never was mine
I never would be his
I am glad though.
that we met.
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