When you sleep
Do you look at the mirror?
Thank God you don't
It's a terrific horror
Even then I love to stare at your eyes
They seem to me like clear blue skies
Wherein you seem to hide yourself from the space
But I get a look of your entire world from your face
Then your hair seem to hide the beautiful mystery
If I could, I would make your hair a history
And you open your eyes to my despair
Then somehow manage to steal my stare
You find me from the mirror in front of you
Just to know that I m lost in your eyes deep blue
The views of phase 2 arrive
And the beautiful story seems to deprive
Thought that I would note this as a rhyme
And here is my attempt not so fine.
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