Beauty grabs my eyes and keeps them
Reason shouts, my mind objects to
Liking her, to loving her. I
Let her pass, and wait my time, but
Feelings scream 'There is no other! '
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This has a lovely oriental quality - a brief, spare image, but a big impact. It leaves the reader to turn the words around, re-experience his own past, then come back again to the words. A fine piece.