Her Eyes

Your eyes,
dance and dash
glance a tear,
pierce a flash
they do, my dear.
Your smile,
a beaming blush
a winsome white,
sunny and flush
always delight.
Your skin,
writhes like flames
aglow and chaste,
burns like rains
bleeding grace.
But your eyes,
Sere and ashen
Glim and pierce,
Ignite impassion
Fall and fierce.

The End

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