If I had your eyes,
I’d have the vision of a mystic.
I’d be generous; I’d be kind.
If I had your ears,
I’d hear aubades and serenades
permeating my mind.
If I had your nose,
I’d be a renowned cook
and learn to make quiches without a book.
If I had your mouth,
I’d always tranport the truth,
gliding like a paper boat on a country brook.
Stay with me then,
and share these gifts,
my advisor and my friend.
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