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oh how I love that fiery fire
      your iris eyes, alive with ire
         enuf to snuff an angel choir
   those put-out pupils glaring
with rage to age the staring

      such change in colors when irate
         whene’er the air’s just shy of hate
   from green, to hues of blues or slate
you warm, with exclamations
      my hot-thought fascinations

         soft anger brings your blood alive
   a queen bee, seething in her hive
the one crazed gaze I long to dive
      and swim it’s brimming power
         midst glares with daring, dour

   I prize your coquette smile, ‘tis true
but how your ogle boggles, too
      so dear, is each last leer from you
         through all your fiercest fashions
   your zest is dressed for passions

folks may not understand just why
      I’m shook, each look, your evil eye
         I don’t quite have the heart to try
   to tell them what they’re missing
with each dire glance, dismissing …

      that fire they could be kissing.








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