Poem
The vulturous eye of your hands
Could not sit far enough away from
Nor close enough to
That splendor in your path,
Which the eye of your divine face
Dwells eternally
Far enough away from
And close enough to,
Such that every kiss
Laid thereby
Is laid thereupon.
Poem
The vulturous eye of your hands
Could not sit far enough away from
Nor close enough to
That splendor in your path,
Which the eye of your divine face
Dwells eternally
Far enough away from
And close enough to,
Such that every kiss
Laid thereby
Is laid thereupon.