Let Me See Those Two Eyes Shine
Let me see those two eyes shine
Like South Africa’s Gold Mine;
For weeks you had had to pine
Over what makes voices whine,
Your lips distanced from Red wine;
From what you would on them dine.
Love’s seat you draw close to mine,
Love arms round my waist entwine;
Would both mean lending lifeline
Brow freeing of the squeezed line
A phone still holding its line?
The Phoned still on the right line?
Then, to both I say quite fine!
All that I haveth just thine’
You’ll live your life – a Cat’s Nine,
To all fluids taste except brine …
Let me see those two eyes shine
Like South Africa’s Gold Mine.
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