His face

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I could watch him smile all day 
No one else has that unique set of teeth 
I’ll recognize it in my dreams 
I’m refreshed with every 
smile and laughter of his 


His nose, cute thing 
The nostrils that allow for breath 
With every breath I feel the air of his love 
He blew me away, yet I still 
stand in awe of him 


I yearn to talk to him 
To watch him listen while I talk 
A couple of ears 
Like they were made for 
nothing else but my voice 


I could stare at him all day 
There’s something about his eyes 
They pierce deep into my soul 
So deep that I close my eyes 
and I see him looking at me 




...to be continued...later in life
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