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That flowing blonde hair, And look of your eyes; Giving me a stare; That does bond and ties. It ties my eyes to, As though they have froze; For keeping in view, Not letting them close. The look that you give, And without a doubt; Not able to live, Knowing more about. Getting to know you, Wanting more and more; As I look into, Eyes that try to lure. Tempting eyes I see, And hair long and blonde; Desire to be, Lured into a bond. Bewitched and spellbound, My heart would rejoice; Once to hear the sound, Of the sexy voice. The voice of the face, With seductive eyes; As I drift through space, That is causing my sighs. Sighs for on this day, While deep in thought; You so far away, Not holding as ought. Holding you so tight, In a sweet embrace; Our eyes join sight, Being face-to-face. Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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