His smile, how I love it
That very smile that always brings me up
The one that always lights the place
The on that clears the darkness when on his face

His hands, those soft hands
Those strong and hard working hands
The warm fingers on those hands
Oh, how they make my heart dance

His arms, his legs
How strong yet so graceful
They move with such beauty
They make my body want to dance

But those eyes, how I love them
Through them I can see him
His soul, it burns of umber
That beautiful, beautiful burnt umber

And through those beautiful eyes
I see his bright, happy soul
The one that lights up my soul
And causes it to burn purple

Those dark brown eyes, how I love them
The ones that always seem to smile
Even when his lips do not, they smile
They always smile

And his soul, that strong soul
That merry soul, that calm soul
The one that is seldom flustered, or frustrated
Of at least has a hard time showing so

Those dark brown eyes, the windows to his soul
Those dark but shining eyes
Those joyful smiling eyes
Those dark brown eyes, how I love them


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