There is a face that stares at me
with eyes so round and brown
the lashes form a butterfly
the brows they hide a frown
And if you were to look beneath
and see the blood that flows
You would see a bitter flood
of purple and of mauve
Never be fooled by what you see
Always be prepared for hypocrocy
Cool ones rarely magnify
More than what they seem
If you find someone who seems so pure
Covered in soft white roses
Beware the blackness of their heart
And the thorns which petrify
You are a beauty; a brown eyed beauty
and I your windswept heart
close the window; shut the window
and tell me we'll never part.
There is a face that stares at me
with eyes so round and brown
the lashes form a butterfly
the brows they hide a frown
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