Transcendental Sonnet #931:
In Your Eyes
I mean to write you fourteen fine fair lines
Today if such can be a fool like me
Must take his chances as he can a man
Who's cast aside the boozes and the wines
And hopes he didn't do it all too late
Who attracts an uncommon share of hate
Is at a disadvantage one might say
But blimey I will do my best today
Some callow bastard on the site has asked
Me if I write of others and has tasked
The teacher with some homework I suppose
I don't know what he means and no one knows
But such as he will never realize
The truth as I have found it in your eyes
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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