Yet Again, I Think Of You
Your piercing eyes
Resemble stars so bright.
Day by day,
Night by night,
Your smile so sweet,
Lips so inviting.
You entice me with your stare,
Such as a magnet, mighty.
You have me at your side,
Yet you feel not the same.
Or do you,
I surely don't know, with this dame.
Oh, but if you did,
My life would be complete!
All my dreams would become real and
You'd have me at your feet.
Reason to wish no more.
For the fair maiden I adore,
Would love me much more
Than I e'er could imagine.
Yes, tis sweet the taste of love.
So, sweet girl, I implore,
Love me true,
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