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A sight that makes my heart skip a beat, and my mind go insane.
It's Dan's hair, the object of my admiration,
A fascination that fills my heart with elation.
Long and luscious, it's a sight to behold,
A silky cascade of beauty, so rare and so bold.
I can't help but stare and wonder in awe,
At the way it falls and frames his face with a flawless draw.
With every swish and sway, it's a work of art,
A masterpiece that captivates my heart.
I long to run my fingers through each strand,
And feel the softness, so gentle and grand.
It may seem strange, this love for hair so long,
But to me, it's a symbol of beauty, pure and strong.
And in Dan's locks, I see a reflection of his soul,
A kind and gentle spirit, that makes me whole.
So I'll continue to admire and cherish his hair,
And let my love for it, be known, loud and clear.
For in Dan's long hair, I see a love that's true,
A passion that's everlasting, and forever new.