Rich with the beauty of inner soul,
In these eyes I've found all I was looking for
Truth, understanding, devotion and love;
Oh darling I couldn't have wished for anything more.
For eyes may be lovely and eyes may be dark
And eyes may be deadly and kill with a dart
But only if they are capable of not telling lies
Can they come close to thy scorpion eyes.
And eyes may be tender and eyes may be tame
And eyes may be charming and make your heart lame
But only if they are also trusting and frank as thine
Can they be worthy of sonnets of mine.
Our eyes are so much like the other's,
it's difficult to tell who's who
They are receptive, caring, sensitive and true;
constantly saying I Love You.
In these eyes I've found all I was looking for
Truth, understanding, devotion and love;
Oh darling I couldn't have wished for anything more.
For eyes may be lovely and eyes may be dark
And eyes may be deadly and kill with a dart
But only if they are capable of not telling lies
Can they come close to thy scorpion eyes.
And eyes may be tender and eyes may be tame
And eyes may be charming and make your heart lame
But only if they are also trusting and frank as thine
Can they be worthy of sonnets of mine.
Our eyes are so much like the other's,
it's difficult to tell who's who
They are receptive, caring, sensitive and true;
constantly saying I Love You.
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