Pandora's Box
was opened with delight
On one sparkling starry night
Wishing on a star so bright;
which shot past a lover's gaze-- enthralled in eyeing, greenish gaze
A man who tried oh so hard, picking at the lock, that kept secrets of love barred,
felt his heart for a second stop...
A twinkle dilated the eyes' black center;
reminding him on a humble, solitudal eve in December:
the woman is your key to love, and you,
oh, Man, are a pupil of the morning star above.
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