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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