by Cheryl Johnston
Her
Her hair falls to her shoulders
In autumn's brownish tones.
Her eyes speak so softly
In a cloudless sky's blue hue.
She smells so sweetly-
Of little flowers brought in spring.
Her skin is exquisite to the touch,
Like silk-so perfectly smooth.
And her voice is like singing-
A bird that wakes you in the dawn.
His
In his deep, black eyes,
One could lose herself.
His voice is soothing-
As a gently flowing river.
His hair is short,
But so soft to the touch.
He tastes sweet, like candies,
And other sugary treats.
He smells like nature-
A warm summer breeze.
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