By Cabman
Like chilled iced tea on a hot summer's 'noon,
Your eyes quench my thirst as I dizzy and swoon.
A glimpse or a glance, a glance or a gaze,
A look-stare-longing puts my mind in a craze.
My thoughts entranced; my attention enraptured;
Slavery my good fortune, my heart has been captured.
Deep crystal-green oceans swallow me whole,
Fulfilling my desires; taking hold of my soul.
Where can I turn? And what can I do?
When I close my eyes, all I see is you.
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