J-oy hides behind your eyes,
E-arly Monday February fifth;
A-stounding delight has seen
N-othing but your birth.
R-apture hides behind your eyes,
A-s you look at the blue sky;
S-weet smile sweeps the sea
O-f teardrops that you cry.
N-o anger and hatred
A-re carried by dove that flies;
B-ecause of freedom from sin,
L-ove hides behind your
E-yes.
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