Oh Those Eyes

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All those that I have loved before

and the ones that will come after

would  never have those eyes

Oh those eyes the moon of night

those smiling eyes that do not shine

yet glow with comfort in my life

His unforgotten cheeks

a musky scent of blown gardenias

treaded softly in my sleep

 His Spring-kissed  skin

The fresh sweet taste of last aquatic dew

which poured  and reached

 my soul within

Without demand I think of him

And whoever said that  men

can never  smell like flowers

and whoever said that men

 can never taste like rain

Those are the ones who never

stretched their arms as far

as to behold the one

and whisper out his name.
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