Why do the eyes seek thee across the horde,
And the heart rebels in silent discord
With the mind that reasons, a hundred instead,
The fool has exhausted paths once tread.
Why do I recall each smile as if anew,
As the senses smile, in a weak sinew?
Wine has lost its savor,and the ink its zest
For blended in the potions is a violent unrest.
Call out to the eyes that seek only to find,
The ones that give sight and will yet blind,
Call out to the arms that yearn to be yours
And lie in silent wait through the hours.
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