I wonder as you stare,
That perhaps you're
as mad as a hare,
What great Oceanic eyes,
That sit and learn of my demise,
Can you see my soul?
Or is there just a hole?
You stare so intently,
Almost gently,
Forgive my intrigue,
It's a little tough to believe,
What is it about my face,
That attracts such sudden haste?
My empty soul spies,
The wandering of your eyes,
Like blue sapphire surprise,
Your kiss is my demise.
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