Your lovely glance wants to shoot arrows over
drawing back the arcuate eyebrow's string over
flying arrows target poor me when you twink
the eyelashes stick on my heart over and over
hunt wants to be caught by your wizard eyes
even if you go hunting to the skies and over
two daffodils on your face intoxicate garden
those dazzling eyes send nightingale mad over
your posture is gallows planting in my life
the tight rope keeps then leaves my neck over
my days grovel on your trace swinging at nights
the long hair wraps me to kill then revive over
the blowing winds drank the wine of your lips
going mad forever then wandering all over
It is worth taking a kiss of you getting sloshed
even KEMAN would lose his faith and dyne over
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