My hazel tint eyes
Watching the singer upon, the stage
His lithe form moving, so elegantly,
All eyes on him, as he sings his opined lyrics.
His almond-shaped eyes, unfettered, by fear,
Burning with passion and amazement
Seeming as though nothing can make him yield!
Nothing can touch him now.
Prowling the stage, in unsurpassed, eloquence,
For his adoring audience,
Tattooed skin, soaked and glistening with sweat
Could he be, a fallen deity? Or, a fallen angel?
Giving his all, 'til the end,
For, he must take a final bow,
Until the next show begins again,
And he takes the stage once more.
I must have known by now,
Every starfall brought you to tears (again)!
As the beautiful singer, upon, the stage,
Remains forever untouchable!
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