You breezed into the elevator,
My eyes for a shade strayed from my ugly blackberry,
To the green jade, your green shade, the garden in your eyes cherry,
The jewel lay at rest in the collective of your feminine softness,
In two seconds I had to make up my nonexistent mind,
Whom did I envy more?
The Green of your Jade or the Green of your soft gaze?
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