The golden eyes * on face so clear
their sharpness shine into me, sheer
of all men that can be so bold
I look beneath for a true soul
and hair that curls above his ears
Love poem of no truth lives here
only lust a beautiful mare
whose story's ending's unfelt cold
or golden eyes
For this story of care, my dear
is not what I asked for, unclear
surely his face is sevenfold
but never will you get to hold
his face, his arms, his hands, his fears
or golden eyes
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