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Gazes like those Persian spears full in flight,
Thrust on us to see the tales in those brown eyes,
Shimmers, like powdered silver beneath sunlight,
Are the paragraphs and verse-s of her life.
Joyous to behold, yet more than I can praise,
Alike a constellation within a face.

Did part of the universe fall down to earth,
To wield breath in whom I behold in your self?
Or are you instead our maker's first template,
That left the heavens and on earth found a place?

The seeming absence of everyone - and so,
In each moment that your eyes, to me, would throw -
Those Persian spears full in flight and craft,
To stir this bloke who like so had loved a lass.

Like so had loved, like so, started with a craze,
But from whence we met died down after each day,
Until all that lay left was me in ''fetters'',
Soul and body - so was scourged; who let her.

I would pretermit this ardour, thee, fair one,
As this time my broken mind would let one choice.
You're still beautiful, still more than I can praise,
But 'bout your fervour? Please look another way.

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