She

I can’t look into your eyes . . . .
I think I might go too deep,
And then won’t be able to return.
Complete paradise when I do look . . . .
slightly, a quick glance,
Hoping no-one will see.

A being of my own blood is in you . . . .
and you know it.
It’s a pity we shall never be one . . . .
too good for me!

BM028

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© John Buckingham 1978