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I love your eyes, my dear

their splendid, sparkling fire

when suddenly you raise them so to cast a swift embracing glance

like lightning flashing in the sky

but there´s a charm that is greater still:

when my love´s eyes are lowered

when all is fired by passions kiss

and through the downcast lashes

I see the dull flame of desire.


(Fyodor Tyutchev)