In Lovers Eyes
So let me know that you are a shopworn
Me thee rises like the sun galore but sometimes
Deflated, downplayed and torn
The surrealism of us bestowed much mold.
So let me know if your truly a writer?
I maybe fall in love and twas never died
Your the man I see from Achilles and I am the bride I see from Helen
In summer night at some moments of our time
So let me know if you exists in this world?
Were the tandem of great imperfections
There up in the sky..
I am the star of the second magnitude
And your Platus of every playwright
whose mindful of his works
So let me know hence thee we're about to told
Our benign thoughts must trace a word
It's the centerfold of Humanism is what I called
So let me know
In your lover's eyes thou'st dwells me inside..
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