You inspire me,
Yes!
Your eyes inspire me.
The eyes...
Yes!
Your eyes...
...the magic of the Maker.
The eyes speak.
The utterances are silent music,
And each note, so mellifluous...
...that it teaches my child
seated in the bosom ofl my heart.
I obey my child,
For 'Child is the father of man.'
Ineffable is the language of thy eyes,
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