Mascara
When you give me your eyes
Its me getting roses
Two precious things
Looking at me with poses
Those two things we use to bring
Satisfaction, desire and devotion
The tools we use to unconfuse
and plainly show emotion
Two arrows shot with two lines
To pull the captured in
Bring attention to the lips
That sometimes give a grin
This thing called love uncontrolled
That eyes take and bring
Unspoken words to a heart
That listens to what it sees
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