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Your eyes, by glancing, seem to kiss my heart.
My scornful lips then take offense as they
Stand substituted, playing not their part,
While eyes and heart's affection have their way.
They plead their case to me and say that smile
Should glide on smile to kiss you properly.
My head compels my pupils all the while
To turn away from what my heart would see,
For fear my heart may too abruptly learn
Your loveliness and give itself away;
But my rebellious eyes refuse to turn,
And thus reveal what my mute heart would say:
Although our lips and hearts may never kiss,
The sight of you is nearly equal bliss.