That drunken gaze from miles afar,
Those drooping lids like falling star,
Tell, what Satan could seduce her?
Which incantation? What wizard?
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Those red guards to heaven’s abyss,
Their touch on flesh you’ll always miss,
Pray tell, for whom will they part now?
What Godsend will relish her kiss?
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Hours would pass and so would decades,
Your voice you would hear as tirades,
Your wish for Venus unfulfilled,
Then wage crusades after crusades.
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She’ll want from you the starry skies,
Gift her a looking glass instead,
Shut your gaze and drown in brown eyes,
Or you’ll be dead before you’re dead.