The Look Of You |
| by Jen Angarano |
What does it matter of a spring's blue sky,
the color of morning's dew?
It makes no difference, for it is of naught to compare it,
to your eyes, and the look of you.
O tell me, dear one, of your heart's desire
and I tell you mine, so true -
It's to be by your side, forever to feel
the warmth of your arms, and the touch of you.
Does a life one lives, if not with a heart,
and a soul forever growing new?
Grant me this, I beseech you, the life of this present,
Yourself, and the love of you.
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