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"Eyes don't lie," they say. "I believe,"I confess. My lover never knew the power of these words. My belief persisted though my love resisted. The eyes didn't lie; I read them wrong. When I looked into your eyes; I learned the language. My belief in love flows pure, and unresisted. Your eyes don't lie and I believe in you. Dark Spain Spring 2000 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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