They are the finest things I've ever seen,
Even when closed they glitter from within,
Like a spell they hypnotize my being,
Your eyes so pretty they haunt my dreams.
Your hair, your nose, your mouth and ears
I'll cater for them through the years
But for those cutie twin up there
I'll constantly provide special care,
Other men can try for anything I care,
Your eyes, my stare, I'll never share.
Their tears are distilled,
A perfect work of nature,
They are clear as crystals,
Through your eyes I see our future.
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