Clifford Villalon Poet Footle

You And I

Your eyes
So nice

My eyes
Dried ice

Your hair 
Soft hair

My hair 
Black hair

Your hands
Soft hands

My hands
Cold hands

Your brows
That shows

Lashes
Dashes

My crush
I blush

Your nose
Like rose

Your feet
So neat

My feet
I beat

What else
That tells?...

You came
My dame

You dare
I share

You feed
I heed

You sow
I grow

You frown
I drown

You shout
I pout

You laugh
I puff

You cry
I fry

You knock
I rock

Your voice
Like toys

You sing
And swing

You pray
I stay

You stay
I pray

You beep
I peep

You smile
With style

Your lips
That dips

Your lip
I tip

Your kiss
I miss

Good night
Tonight

Next day
All day

We gain
Again

Good guy
No bye

My sweet
So sweet

My love
One love

I'll keep
So deep

No end
The end

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