| The good things that are in you
Must be seen first through the eyes
And thus, mayhaps, seem less.
But coming through the heart and mind and soul,
Your beauty shines so, your spirit moves so,
That in me a spirit moves as well,
A heated spark is lit
On which no shadow sits but this:
That I am seeing through the eyes of love,
Shot through the heart in the eye of love,
Taunted by a phantom glimpse of gold,
A dreaming woman's waking kiss!
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