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Your CoronationFor seconds closed shut Organ senses mine the rest Remained fettered my eyes To yours, eyes that catches, Sclerotic gems From milky star-hewn At the cores With jewels brown. It is when You looked me askance With arched eyebrows I realized at once Though not In so many words I have declared Your coronation In my heart of hearts! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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