I think
I'll take your eyes
And I'll make them mighty fine
Until the grains begin
To puff and sputter
When pressed to grind
A Backhand toss to Let to flutter
All around my room
So warm and utterly delighting
Like diamonds muttering with lightning
And those are just your eyes
Those are just two round windows
Plate glass pulled fast to fasten
Me and all mine own
To the rest: I'll try imagine
Like a warm night the likes
Of which have never glowed
To the rest: I'll try find
Because one day I know you'll love me
And One day I'll have your mind
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