how I love your eyes, my friend,
with their radiant play of fire,
when you lift them fleetingly
and like lightning in the skies
your gaze sweeps swiftly round.
but there is charm more powerful still
in eyes downward cast
for the moment of a passionate kiss,
when through lowered eyelids glows
the sombre, dull flame of desire.
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