Dear Diary,
It's him
I've been lately thinking;
Captured within a hymn,
Of my captivating eyes searching,
Through my curious mind.
He stood there,
Just perfect.
The professionalism,
That everyone could detect.
His chocolate hair,
Dancing to the rhythm around.
His mesmerizing smile in the air,
Tripping many to the ground.
I greet him in the morning,
Grateful to be able to.
He greets me back smiling,
That smile nobody has the power to.
He has got his folks,
In his fingertips.
Weaving their talks,
To the path of their grips.
He's got his admirers,
Who've made him their role model.
Ignoring distractions,
He keeps his path straight.
He's got the grip.
With pros and cons,
But he tackles them all.
Dear diary,
I know him.
And I know that,
He's the best of the best.
-Rose.
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