the first thing that I saw
when she turned my way
that night
were her beautiful eyes
the last thing that I see
each night
before she goes to sleep
goodnight
is her beautiful eyes
the first thing that I see
as she turns her face to me
tonight
in her beautiful eyes
just before I sleep
goodnight
in her beautiful eyes
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Love in all its Colours
Poetrya spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
