Tease - Poem by Donald Yates
How do I feel, need you ask?
for words could never tell.
What could I say when you pass
and I my heart begins to swell.
A gentle breeze moves your hair
and gold flakes sparkle there,
wide green eyes like foreign seas
perhaps, you only ask to tease
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