His eyes possess diamond stars that always sparkle in my heart's facade. His finesse in dancing is so delicate that it can often melt every ship's halyard. His face reminds me of the subtle reincarnation of a fallen red petal while his hands exhibit the photograph of a man trying to interweave five estranged pedals. It's not the exquisite structure nor the picturesque appearance that makes me constantly fall. Hence, it's just his absolute simplicity that develops my virtuous ardour. For in that, he becomes perfectly wonderful, fine and genuine. Truly, his vigor has the gist of an ever faithful within.
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