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.