An Ode To My Eyes
Oh to be blessed to see my love,
And to witness a baby laugh.
To discern red from brown,
And dusk from the dawn.
To cherish nature in all its glory,
While rest a bit if they grow weary.
Oh to dream and see them come true,
Shed a tear when things go blue.
The windows to our souls they say --
An echo of truth without betray.
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