CYRA ABBEGAILE F BANTILLO 05.14.

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11 STEM – BRENNER READING & WRITING

LIVING PIECE OF ART

Oh, what a living work of art he is. He's a masterpiece with a story behind it. This boy is a living,
breathing work of art. With his striking features, expressive eyes, and captivating smile, he possesses an
aesthetic appeal that draws people in and makes me want to study every inch of him. Just like a masterful
painting or sculpture, he exudes a certain presence that commands attention and elicits an emotional
response from those who observe him. Whether he's dressed in casual clothes or donning an elaborate
outfit, he has a natural elegance and a sense of style that are uniquely his own. His personality shines
through in his every movement and gesture, making him a truly one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

He is kind, funny, intelligent, compassionate, family-oriented, and God-fearing. He is the kind of

person who is not afraid to show his emotions—a boy who cries whenever his heart gets too heavy.
Someone who comforts me and assures me that everything will fall into place someday. He is the only
one who understands me in this world and lets me cry on his shoulder when I have a problem. He is my
only clarity in this blurry and chaotic world.

He is like a warm summer breeze on a cool evening. He is comforting, refreshing, and always
makes me feel at ease. If he were a weather, he would be my midnight rain, a calming and soothing storm
that brings me comfort and peace in this loud world. When I'm with him, I feel like I can conquer the
world. I know that no matter what happens, he will always be there to support me and lift me up.

One of my favorite memories with him was when we were at the beach. I remember the feeling of
the warm sand between my toes, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the smell of the
salty sea air. As we walked along the shoreline, holding hands, I felt a sense of peace and contentment
that I had never experienced before. We played like kids, chasing each other, tripping over because of the
sand, laughing as if we were crying, and the world around us seemed to fade away. It was just the two of
us, lost in our own little world. As the sun began to set, we walked hand in hand along the beach,
watching the colors of the sky change from blue to orange to pink. It was a beautiful sight, and we both
felt grateful to be experiencing it together. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and beauty. I still look
back on that day with fondness and gratitude for the special bond we shared.

He is a piece of artwork that I can stare at forever. Oh, his eyes—that's my favorite feature of
him. He has these narrow eyes that brighten whenever he laughs. It's mesmerizing, dark, and deep, and I
can get lost whenever I stare at them. His brown skin highlights his attractiveness. I like how his nose fits
his whole face perfectly. His jawline is as sharp as his eyes. I can see the twinkle in his eye when he
makes a joke, the way his face lights up when he's excited about something and the warmth of his smile
when he looks at me.
 I can hear the sound of his voice, which is deep and soothing, and the way he laughs, which is
infectious and joyful. I love the way I can also feel the texture of his skin, which is soft and smooth, and
the way his hand fits perfectly into mine. I can smell the scent of his cologne, which is woody and
masculine, and the way it lingers on my clothes long after we've said goodbye.

Oh, how I admire his handsome face, with chiseled features and eyes of grace. His smile could
light up the darkest night and make my heart take flight. His hair is a soft and flowing mane that falls
down perfectly on his head. Frames in his face like a golden chain, and when he speaks, his voice so clear
fills my heart with joy and cheer. I could stare at him for hours on end; my admiration, I cannot pretend.
His beauty, like a work of art, is etched forever in my heart.