a poem about someone

I have a lot of time, and sometimes, I write poems about things. This poem is about a person. And you'll never know who that person is. *insert evil cackle here*


A Poem About Him

His hair is the beach,

the strands are made of sand.

His eyes are the sea,

whose blue and green waves thrash upon the land.

His nose is a mountain,

its steep sides I'd thrive to climb.

And His lips are the moon,

full for a limited time.

His face is a poem which I've gladly written out,

but no one will know who this poem is about. 

Yeah.