My Special Sonnet


His self is more than just a common male;

Pale tint skin far more white than snow;

Conscience as equal as sun and hail;

Large pale blue eyes that radiately glow.

His words are strong on his tongue;

And is tender soft to embrace you tight;

Curves of his lips shine brightly than the sun;

For he is light in darkest of night.

Though he is not perfect to that all apply;

His temper shortens quickly at point;

None could break the wall of his barefaced pride;

But still is loved deeply without tiny disappoint.

Love belongs to him for he is mine love;

None could match him of all that thereof.



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