by Asheema Nichole Young
He has the smile of an angel
And heart as pure as gold.
His love is like a dream,
Perfect in every way,
For it never fades or gets weaker,
But only grows stronger day by day.
His eyes are like a puzzle,
A mystery to solve.
I can always tell what he's feeling,
Whether sad, happy, or heartbroken.
I guess that's one of the mysteries of love unspoken.