Eyeless In Wonderland
You say you love the nightingale ,but not the way it sings
you say you like the evening bell,but not the way it rings
you love to pick the roses ,but their smell just turns you off
your pillow's stuffed with eiderdown,but you find it much too soft
you came to watch the sunset but the colors hurt your eyes
you seek the owl at midnight,but you find him much too wise
you got yourself a cuckoo clock but hate the way it chimes
you love me for my poetry but hate the way it rhymes
I love you for your wondros eyes , that always look at me
I love you for your wondros eyes, but not the way they see.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2005
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