Tousled brown hair
Although not too long
The delicate smell of white roses lingers
The sweet adoring smile that spreads
Along his sun-tanned face
Deep blue eyes that I continue to get lost in
Every time I meet them in the long hallway
The slow melody that plays in my head
When I think of him
Why do I fall for him continuously
Because he is too good to be true
Is what I answer
He is the boy
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