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Oh, those eyes…

Words?  No way!



Oh, those lips

-her teeth bite less!



A woman, whose face

Sends fire across the place,

Where I try to rest

But still be at my best,



My workplace at times,

But where forced to make rhymes

To distinguish myself

From the rest,



Can brighten my heart

And darken my soul,

Lighten my load

But distance the goal.



This interlude, if I may say,

May really resolve this way.

Your arms held up, hair mussed up,

Our words have little left to say.



Michael J. Hill

27 April, 2003

Madrid, España