His eyes, like a doe's, wide and deep,
Hold secrets that I long to keep.

Moles like stars, scattered with care,
Each one a mark that pulls me to stare.

In white, he shines, a living dream,
A radiant glow, a gentle beam.

With every step, confidence strides,
A calm composure, where truth resides.

When he smiles, those dimples play,
Soft and sweet, they light up my day.

And when he...