That Look
The way her eyes glistens when he passes by,
That look she gives as her cheekbones light up the sky,
The murmur of her voice shown to thee,
Oh! Why can’t she give that look to me?
That beautiful look, that sends clarity through my spine.
She keeps all eyes on him all the time!
Which causes me to glare in spite,
Will I ever find a woman whose spot me in her sight?
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