She knew it was an inch so hard
To praise that Love, unmoved as Stone
Life like of a squirrel unchained
The feel of Yearn unchanged was sown
Even though she may or not see
The Yearn from Him is hidden or shown
She knew it was an inch so hard
But heart within her being was blown
The eyes so dark as a night's black wind
Drinks of Lust in her Cones were thrown
Eyes or bulbs of Heaven they were?
Eyes of Lord or dreams unknown?
Eyes when bent for a view to a kill
Eyes when arched were bless on its own
She knew it was an inch so hard
To stay atop on the Love's big Throne
Never was seen so an action alluring
The shaft so fair as the Lisa's cone
A soul like as of the vision conjuring
A soul as a rhyme but is sung alone
A soul as a bud of the rose blossoming
A soul as the Light's first red tone
She knew it was an inch so hard
To her the grasp of Pain was known
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