what do you perceive
when you look into my eyes?
is it an orbit formed from love
where stars shine in the reverie?
mornings maybe airy
so curtains may dance,
my arms are hairy
so it’s a sheer thriller,
now, I’ll let you know,
you’re a creator of great happiness,
for every time you smile
my heart pipes a slow tune of bliss
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