Your black lips are tender and impeccable
The cruel frowzy world becomes bearable
For I find them genuine and certainly gorgeous
And at them in my sight, I'm no longer conscious
...
My Aphrodite, my pure ecstasy and inspiration
Shall she be my alter-ego, or my sad damnation
Her heart, small and fragile, hey eyes full of tears
Come closer my charming darling, and have no fears
...
Your eyes, sublime
That beauty, a crime
I'm intoxicated in prime
I don't think, I rhyme
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