The Museum

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Looking into your eyes was looking into the great unknown

So much mystery

So alluring

Everyone says this

But I could stare at you for hours without becoming bored.

You were carved from marble,

An artist's finest piece.

And I'll be in the museum until closing

Just to gaze upon your face.

This poem is about: 
Me

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