Love with its tempered wings you spy on me like someone hungry.
Waiting with their hand open for ripe fruit to drop from its branches,
You cannot lie.
I see it in the sparkle of your eyes.
Your eyes speak hunger.
You reach up with such eagerness that the limb bows.
You think that I am so weak that I don't see.
Love sees all!
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