Your eyes are soft, your eyes are warm, your eyes are tender,
They draw like magnet, they caress, they beg surrender,
They make me dream, they make me fly, they make me sleepless,
I want to drown, I want to follow inner instincts,
They fascinate as they embrace me and admire,
Your stare melts me like a warm and caring fire,
Your eyes are mirrors of the best that hides inside me,
You make me better, make me confident and guide me,
The way you look at me I want to keep forever.
Oh why on Earth your eyes are killing me so tender?
Your eyes
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