Beautiful woman with enchanting eyes,
You possess a cosmic force that
Even hate can’t be despised.
It’s beaming out from you,
a beautiful woman with magnificent eyes.
I know you hold a lot within
With such beautiful eyes.
At times, your words could be more varied.
And I know it’s me too.
You keep a lid on top of the bottle
And you sip from it, too.
“What to do, what to do.”
Just like me, but in you.
You think a lot, and hold it in, and
“It’s the best I can do.”
And from me, onto new
“You are quite beautiful.”
A character of elements that’s hidden
Deep within you.
Within words that aren’t spoken,
And eyes that tell stories of times
When you love and have fun.
Such prolonged glory.
It’s your eyes, it’s your eyes,
You’re looking up at the skies
With such beautiful, magical
Cute, big, bright eyes.
Who’d despise you, pretty lady?
I’m guessing’ nobody knew that heaven’s entrance
Way to happiness were eyes latched on you.
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