Her lips, painted with care,
lined softly, then glossed,
catch the light like a fleeting whisper.
Pearly white teeth—silent sentinels of her smile—
stand radiant, unyielding in their quiet perfection.

Her eyes hold a light I cannot name,
something between dawn and a fleeting star,
and when she turns them my way,
the weight of her gaze stills my thoughts,
hence I pause and stare at her like a fool with no reason.

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