To undress with the eyes
Is one of the agonies I ought to despise
And so often do, until my comfort dismays
And any attempt then to avoid such a haze
Will place my head into an impossible maze
And set my soul and my heart ablaze.
And so perhaps though the volley of lies
I would dare to let the deception then die
And undress her with much more than my eyes.
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