Your Eyes
When you blink It's like stars peering into my soul Not at all It wasn't always those lips That left me craving for more Rosebuds , lilies and daffodils turn around Not in admiration and appreciation But in absolute jealousy It wasn't any of those It's because I have a burning desire An ever burning flame My heart skips a bit
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