Boots, Love, and Alien Diplomacy
My love is five five, a sturdy delight,
With eyes like warm coffee just kissed by the night.
His hair oh, it's brown, but wait, there's a glint,
Silver like stardust, a celestial hint.
A soldier, he stands with a mission in mind,
So set in his ways, he's a rare, stubborn kind.
His socks hide a...
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