yours is a face

yours is a face
that visits me vividly
when I close my eyes
how few possess such magic
always has it been
one of life's great mysteries
always been a sucker
for the kind of baby blues
you can't help wanting to contemplate
for hours on end
perhaps we will be lovers
perhaps we'll just be friends
perhaps we're wasting time
trying to find perfection
in another lonely pair of eyes
for yours have visited me before
yours are the ones
I've longed for, dreamt about
inspiring prose
curling my toes
with their scintillating grace
yours is a face
I could grow to love


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