Sleepy eye's
She never smiles with her beautiful hair
Yet unapproachable I would not dare
It's not that I want her not that I care
I look at her sleepy eye's and try not to stare
She has that thing that makes beauty's bell ring
Sometimes she's dressed for attention that stings
Fashionable clothing and beautifully made up
More for the satisfaction of the one beholding
Like the one God made from the dust (Lilith)
Her youth is her treasure with which she is well supplied
I look at her and measure with the tool of my eye's
Not stalking or lusting just seeing surprise
And noteing the beauty of her sleepy eye's
Never a smile, I can't see her laughing
Just ruling part of my world
With the thing she was born having
Not love not lust but wanting to stare
Seeing her sleepy eye's receiving what is there
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