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A poem about the object of my unrequited love.

04/06/02

You have a smile that makes the sun hide his head in shame,
a mouth that makes my heart, from longing, ache in pain-
Eyes as blue and mysterious as the deep soothing ocean,
a face only Michaelangelo could have sculpted to such perfection-
A voice for song the nightengale doth envy,
a laugh with such power to bury within me-
a heart I pray will fall for a soul,
whose heart within your smile you already hold.