This time when we meet
I want you to look into my eyes
till you find your rumination in mine, dancing in blithe,
like a free soul,
a reflection of joy
and an image of serenity
and as you discover your new self
you find how much I love you
not only your countenance
but your pneuma,
hidden in disguise
In my dark brown eyes

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