Ah, those sweet blue eyes,
light and airy, pale as sky,
Rivaled only by her thighs.
What else could I say?
'They're of a jade spring's day! '
Or is that too gay?
Eye to eye, hers magnetically caught,
Deep, beautiful feelings; inkblot thoughts.
But all in all, it matters not.
Because he comes in:
Hunky, yet enchanting,
Here's the issue:
He, ain't me.
Ah, that wondrous hue,
Saved all just for you.
So I say, 'Who are you? '
To keep a belated beauty,
Locked up without a clue.
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