i see your lovely face
i can't get it off my lens
you're fountain of fun
that comes to dine
on my patient mind
leave me some space
to let my dreams rest
i love your talking eyes
your walking fingertips
it has sparkletts unseen
tickling my inner senses
i want to tag those laces
holding this old curtains
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