Your rose-hued eyes, a glimpse so brief,
Drunk my heart, beyond belief.
Friends, attend, and hold me near,
To gather sense, my form to steer.
Within my heart, your dreams reside,
Like painted images, my soul inside.
Why, oh why, am I your thrall?
Anger flares at love's enthrall.
I am undone, by heart's desire,
Now nowhere, flames consume the pyre.
What can I say, my love so true?
The wicked magic of your view,
Has slain me now, a poisoned dart.
Your rose-hued eyes, that steal my heart.
Drunk my heart, beyond belief.
I always wished, with all my might,
To flee the beauty, shining bright.
I swear, in dreams I'd always flee,
And shun the fair, their siren decree.
But then I met you, and my fate,
A wound of love, sealed by hate.
Listen close, my unaware,
A single smile, beyond compare,
And I am slain, a soul forlorn.
Your rose-hued eyes, a brand new morn.
Drunk my heart, beyond belief.
Friends, attend, and hold me near,
To gather sense, my form to steer.
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