How am I to stop feeling with my eyes,
Those windows to the soul? Go no further!
Somewhere in here hiding from me: the lies.
I tried so hard to get them out, whither,
But she has her looks in me, "Come hither".
I am a broken man when I'm with her.
I am even less when I'm without her.
(C) 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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