Love has different eyes
Which it watches with
From different angles,
The different qualities
In the different organs
Of the body of its beloved—
Her eyes are dark....;
His hair is curly....;
Her smile is soft....;
His dance is frenetic....;
Her stature slim....;
His muscles are strong.....
—But the glasses used by Love
Are only one coloured,
That can watch nothing
But beauty, beauty, beauty.....
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