look at you,
so fair,when i dream,
i yearn,
to get lost in your hair,
if i do in
you,i fear,
i will never be found,
rounded where there's need
real even
when imagined,
exact and accurate in proportion,
at you,even mathematics
would be pleased,
your eyes,well lit lamps,
twin orbs,whose ultraviolet
rays pierce my very soul,
and your lips,no doubt far nourishing than
rose hips,
to see them in a smile would be a dream come true,
how can i
not feel blue?when to me,you,
still live in my dreams,
sad,yes,
sadder but
to love you,
there's no alternative.
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