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HANDSOME LOVE

Look into his eyes and you will see
Tell him the truth and he will know 
Take care of the future man 
Stop dragging him deep down low 
Put your ears on his chest and you will hear 
The beating sound that makes him a piece of symphony 
Yes, listen to his premature sharp voice and you hear will yourself 
He sounds just like you when he's infuriated 
You were just like him when you were an adolescent
The resemblance is an internal mirror
The  zeal in his soul is as flaming as fire
The tone of his voice is like a sweet wind at midnight
The splendor of his eyes is like the moon in its full brightness
Here is  the child sleeping behind the curtain
Walk to him now while he is sleeping
Put your ears on his chest and say : "My handsome love."
Let the tears flow in your eyes while you say it
Do not fear to unleash your emotional self
Do not stop talking even with your shaking voice
Tell him how much you really care about him


BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT
(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

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