A Lover’s Glance

Sweet eyes that peer into mine,
what current shoots down my limbs
and touches the fire in my soul?
How can you look and make me quiver

as if an arrow has been shot through
my breastbone, into my heart?
Come, let met take a look at you again.
Let me break down your glance’s magic

and stare forever at our fate—
Us together upon a multitude of times
where you lose me and I lose you

and we meet for a thousandth time
running the course of deaths
and rebirths in a single glance.

// 09 Sep 2021

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