Ode To My Eyes
Make way for all to see;
The beauty in which I'll love to be.
The things that live inside my head;
My mother's gift that she has shed.
The colors and glory I see within;
Emerging towards my very skin.
Warmth of fire and the sun's galore;
I love my eyes, but no one can love them more.
They help me see,
They help me be,
But when I read this, I start to cry,
And that's why I wrote "Ode to my Eyes."
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