He is*

by Rachel   Feb 1, 2007


He's the kind of beautiful that gives you butterflies,
his eyes are the kind you could get lost in for hours,
his hair is the kind you could run your fingers through and never get caught,
his touch is the kind you can never get tired of,
his kisses are the ones you fall in love with,
he is just the kind of perfect that pefect.

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