On the Grandpa clock's very struck
ahh! on that corner of earth
'Twasn't planned yet was of pure luck
Affection's brought to its birth
Both Vision met in their emerald eyes
Brown, Black or gray!
The shades neither fair nor tell lies!
Shalt maketh no dismay.
To resist? naught his game but hers
for the reason of no insisting
Gone she fade, I still in good curse
To mere dearth I'm mesmerizing
On dates passing by
serendipity don't die
Often Sought the efflorescence
The nostalgic effects of her scents
Discourse abound in her glance
Arguments took merely in thoughts
There I walk to steal a chance
ERR! I missed every bit of shots
The beating I sought on the eyes
slowly died in vain
My dreaming; my hideous lies
had caused merely pain
The Blue, brown, black and gray
hath built all mine dismay
In the rear part of the day
I haven't made her stay.
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