SONNET 3: SONRISA BONITA

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Ushering me to write this is a
Ray of hope that we'd happen.

I'm putting down my thoughts as
Soulful ballads. Holy cow! He gets me crazy in love.

Bucks to buy drugs, it's all in vain
Epitome of beauty, thou art my drug.
As he giggles and shakes his head,
Unexplainably charming, Lord made the finest.
Temples are fair and beard on point,
Indeed a Greek God! I'm lost in those brown eyes,
Faintly, I know, what's going on around me.
Upside down, things change when his
Lips have a gravitational pull and his gaze gets intensely magnetic.
Amen!

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