His hair, silkier than the finest silk spun in China,
His dark eyes, like the fabric of the galaxy,
Glinting with stardust and determination.
The way he swings his sword makes my heart sway,
And he walks as gracefully as an angel gliding through heaven.

His voice, deeper than any sea yet soft as velvet,
His words, like Cupid's arrow, pierce through my heart.
What a man he is—
The epitome of grace and tenderness.

Oh, the man he is,
Swaying every heart with each step he takes,
The most perfect man ever to exist.
Even angels feel envy and defeat,
In the presence of such a gentleman.
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