What Eyes Do Not See While I see your face, I see not your thoughts. While I stroke your cheek, I see not your sensations. While I see a sketch, I see not the idea. While I know your beauty, I see it is skin deep. While I see the sky, I see not it's limits. While I hold this knife, I see not my own. While I see a crow, I see not it's intentions. While I think what I see, I see not what I think. While you hold my hand, you know not my love.
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