Green are the eyes cast back at me
like ones in my reflection,
but lighter,
and darker
around the center.
Brunette is the hair I grasp
just as before,
but not any as soft,
nor any I palm and lift with her head
so gracefully
As I do,
a smile so contagious
comes across your face,
and a farce remains on mine
until you break me
With those eyes
and that hair
and that smile,
I smile.
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