Happiness and joy,
Hoy and pure.
Pure and smiles,
Smiles and Reese.
He’s a precious boy,
Pure.
His smile is fucking lovely,
His laugh is my favorite.
Liking him is worthwhile,
Pure.
He makes me happy,
Makes me feel enough.
He makes me feel at peace,
Pure.
I want to kiss his face,
His hand.
Wonderful and amazing,
Amazing and wholesome.
Wholesome and voice,
Voice and Reese.
At him, I would like to gaze;
Wholesome.
He makes me feel right,
Makes me feel radiant.
I want to make him feel special,
Wholesome.
I want to make him feel loved,
Maybe even cherished.
I want to make him feel wanted,
Wholesome.
I want to make him feel complete,
Pure.
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Your repetition of pure does a great job of typing the poem together from beginning to end, and it really emphasizes your point. Nice work!
Thank you so much!
wow this really sums up reese, it’s really good, like i can picture him
Lmao, yesh