My only poem...🍃🤍

People who write or read poetry often, how is this poem? This was my first and last poem, wrote it six months ago, maybe... What do you think of it? Cause I have no idea 🤔:

  ~Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes;  

‎They aren't blue oceans or crystal skies.  

‎They're golden, they're hazel, they're brown;  

‎Call it whatever you want.  

‎I would be the one to drown;  

‎For when I close my eyes, they'll always haunt.  

‎~  Your hair, your hair, your hair;  

‎It's so beautiful, it's unfair.  ‎  

‎It's not whites, or browns or reds;  

‎It's black and straight and long.  

‎I wanna run my fingers through them like threads;  

‎Not doing so feels wrong.  

~  Your smile, your smile, your smile;  

‎Let me admire it for a while.  

‎It's barely there and sweet;  

‎Such goes down my craze,  

‎It's the soft breeze in the heat;  

‎And it leaves me in a haze.  

‎~  Your voice, your voice, your voice;  

‎My mind traces it between the noise.  ‎  

‎It's like a song in my ear,  

‎And if I don't get to hear;  

‎My day won't be whole, I fear.  

‎So I try to keep it near.  

‎~  Your hands, your hands, your hands,  

‎Wish they were my waist's friends.  ‎  

‎Soft and gentle like a flower,  

‎Long and delicate fingers...  

‎If they meet my skin in the shower?  

‎I wonder how long the touch lingers.  

‎~  Your name, your name, your name,  

‎I can't say it out loud, such a shame.  ‎  

‎But no worries, I'll do it someday;  

‎So now remains what's to say.  

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‎~ Your heart, your heart, your heart;  

‎Mine beats for it from the start.    

‎With butterflies in me,  

‎I wonder if you'd be my lover;  

‎Either way it'd be,  

‎Sorry to break it to you, the poem is over... 

🖤💙🤍