Oh Those Eyes
All those that I have loved before
and the ones that will come after
would never have those eyes
Oh those eyes the moon of night
those smiling eyes that do not shine
yet glow with comfort in my life
His unforgotten cheeks
a musky scent of blown gardenias
treaded softly in my sleep
His Spring-kissed skin
The fresh sweet taste of last aquatic dew
which poured and reached
my soul within
Without demand I think of him
And whoever said that men
can never smell like flowers
and whoever said that men
can never taste like rain
Those are the ones who never
stretched their arms as far
as to behold the one
and whisper out his name.
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