Piercing My Heart
Your lips like silk,
Your smile saccharine sweet.
Your eyes plain, serious, simple,
A connection when mine and yours meet.
Your hands perfect for mine,
Your arms like home to me.
Our heart's aligned,
A love anyone could see.
The pure thought of you gives me shivers,
I love when you smile at me.
Your perfection never ceases,
It's a constant thing to me.
And although you don't believe that I'm talking about you,
I hope you take this poem as a chivalrous clue.
Of my poem this is the last part,
But I want you to know the mere sight of you pierces my heart.
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