-al right, prepare for sap-
-the poem reads...-
That which I do not know outweighs what I do know-
But of you, I know this much-
Your figure is that which shames the masterful sculptor
As none of his pieces would compare to you in my eyes
Your gaze is one that pierces my soul like an arrow
It sinks to my core- beneath it I could shatter like glass
Your hair is a dark charcoal with your skin a soft ivory
The contrast is a beauty to behold- splendid in sight
When your voice rings in my ears, I know for sure
That no fortification would stand between me and your sirens’ call
And of that which I ever want to see- your smile is a gem to behold
That which is grossly incandescent, it feels like the suns’ rays
I may exaggerate but it is the poets’ way to express these things-
And yet, your laugh is one treasure which I would seek-
Maybe when you read upon this work, I will see your amusement-
After all, I am pretty much an idiot, through and through.
Nah, it sounds great.
Gaoding!
...I-it's...
It's a really nice joke. Really funny.
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