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Love's In Her Eyes

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Ceasarman

Published: Jun 29, 2011

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A spark of oneness
In her style
Captivates me,
More than anyone ever could.

A glimpse of wildness
In her eyes
Consumates me,
More than I ever thought it could.

Soothing me softly in her sun,
Singing songs.
Singing softly with a smile,
Singing Vibes.
The beauty of loves in her eyes.

A touch of sunlight,
In her style,
Canonised me,
More than angels ever could.

And I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Yeah I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.

Soothing me softly in her sun,
Singing songs.
Singing softly with a smile,
Singing Vibes.
The beauty of loves in her eyes.

A flowing aura,
Blossoms through me.
Flowers from herald lips,
Sent by the sentimentalist.

And I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Yeah I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.

Soothing me softly in her sun,
Singing songs.
Singing softly with a smile,
Singing Vibes.
The beauty of loves in her eyes.

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I like the rhythm in this and some of the alliteration, but the whole thing as a piece of poetry is not very strong. It should hold up as a set of lyrics, but not an overly impressive set.