His Aesthetic beauty

To get his love was more powerful than someone would ever think

If only those who had a crush on him was despaired

The second that person gets near, the heart is compelled as it can be 

But only the owner of that heart can see

This mortal is descrived over the extent of just being exquisite

The pace of his breath is like a feather floating carelessly to the ground

The smile is like the gleaning rays of sunlight that bestows the cold body temperature

And the appearance is like the only rose who hasen't had a spec of fade

His skin complexion is as perfect as all the shades of brown

Can he die, can his beauty welt already, can the eternal craze just go extinct

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I get to rant about how love is a struggle and things never appear the way one wants.

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