Eyes to eyes
In look
Shoot arrows
Quite
In haunt
What taken there
In sight
The heart
In blink of grace
Given more even
So in walk to windows
Of heart, come
To where mines
Bloom heaven
And hold wines
Come and look
Into the heart
Eyes to eyes
in hunt
caught
And there hits
Hurt
But without cut
Bleed essence
of love
Odor in zest
In time of mist
They shoot light
To get couch
If love
In connect
A set Conjurers
THey conquer; eyes
Won heart
Without fight
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