The Early Signs of Infatuation

Eyes like a monarchs wing

Trapped inside a glass orb thing

Lips like two rose petals

Lain side by side

That with a grin

Open wide

And hair as black as the ravens wing

Swept along like a stray feather

Caught in the current of the wind.

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