Let Me See Those Two Eyes Shine

Let me see those two eyes shine Like South Africa’s Gold Mine; For weeks you had had to pine Over what makes voices whine, Your lips distanced from Red wine; From what you would on them dine. Love’s seat you draw close to mine, Love arms round my waist entwine; Would both mean lending lifeline Brow freeing of the squeezed line A phone still holding its line? The Phoned still on the right line? Then, to both I say quite fine! All that I haveth just thine’ You’ll live your life – a Cat’s Nine, To all fluids taste except brine … Let me see those two eyes shine Like South Africa’s Gold Mine.