He’s the Guy

He’s the guy

Whose smile is a sunlight beam

Whose chest is a meadow field

Whose face is my dream

He’s the guy

Whose eyes were my egress

Whose breath were my deaths

Whose hands were mine

Whose love kept me blind

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