My Lover’s Eyes Change Colour
Dependent on her and me her lover
Oh how I’m affected by the weather
How she’s affected by my whatever
Might; have passed me by darkly.
Oh my lover’s eyes regularly, change colour.
From a sticky sweet treacle to an
Ebony, forbidding, black!
Oh how I wish they’d stay eternally, honey light.
Oh my lover’s eyes how I’ve wished,
They’ve never glowed black.
Oh how I’ve wished, they’d wan
Back in colour; again…
Too a sticky sweet honey….
Simply because I; truly love her.
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