Aesthetic Lost Soul Poetry

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My love is lost,

but still aesthetic elegant and abstract for me,

who makes me even more beautiful, like him,

I know he has no face even nobody,

but an elegant soul he is!

Who always leaves spirit on me,

of his millionaire’s impetus,

if I did know how good-looking is he!

But his fragrance is rich to be a fool,

His moments are the pulse of mine,

I don’t know where’s his body,

but I am an alive body,

Because of that body less and voiceless lost soul!