She hath such eyes.
She hath such eyes that I do despise,
Given my soul they see into and compromise,
Because how can I ever now turn away,
Captured, corralled, and held in hypnotic sway,
Oh..she hath such eyes that I do, do despise!
She hath such curves of hips and waist,
Curves that mesmerise, tease, I do so detest!
Softly stealing my glances, I can but weakly resist.
How I hate her fulsome, soft, red, red lips,
Tempting me so sinfully to desire to kiss,
My self-control pleads guilty to delinquent remiss,
Oh..she hath such eyes that I do, do , do despise!
But it is her vampish nature that I do most curse,
For the animal within me is given rein fit to burst,
And drive on in wanton, reckless, rushing disaster,
To turn a man into such a poetic fool ever after…
Penning sweet verses to appease her mocking laughter..
Oh, she hath such eyes..such eyes that I could never, ever despise. . .
