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Somehow I have never understood
clearly beyond
everything, your eyes have their
eloquence:
in your most simple gesture are
things which embrace me,
or which I cannot touch because
they are too near.
Your slightest look easily will
unveil me
though I have closed myself as
doors
you unclose always, suddenly
like lightning
(surprising, unintentional)
at first strike.
Or if your will be to ignore me
I and
my life will end eventually
slowly,
as when the beauty of the sunset
wishes
that light will never fade;
Nothing which we are to behold
in this world equals
the power of your overwhelming grace:
whose refinement
compels me to play the melody of its
loveliest songs
giving me hope and forever with
every measure
(I do not know what it is about you
that strikes
and unveils only something in me
obeys,
the voice of your eyes are more
haunting than all memories)
nobody, not even the stars, has
such easy stride.
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