What does your piercing eyes,
what gesture of beauty so aching
is magnet to my eyes with tenderness
trap when I look at your face?
And your lips so constant pain,
what whispers of love and happiness
tell me to see that in the bitterness
word is my faith and my reliever?
A sublime grace to you due,
essences mystery emerge
and wrap every inch of my life.
And although it is a puzzle spell
my eyes and lips and understand
is all that you give a privilege!
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