One heart amongst all in the room stops beating,
A pair of eyes intent on tracing him as he steps on the floor,
Sharing the same air that he is breathing,
His features are not flawed,
But it's OK because that's what makes him what he is,
Maybe only one loves him the most,
To him, her heart is lost.
-AUDREY
.. made a pathetic attempt at a poem about him. (:
