She looked at me
Befuddled
Maybe it was
My swagger
Even though I myself
Was just a little bit
Into the nectar
Across the room I saw
A mystery, an enigma
A new start perhaps
Certainly not here
I thought
My mind was posing the same question
As Billy Preston
My potential, that is
I can tell you, it was her eyes
As always
The pupils
They make me melt
Make my mental
Molasses
Me and those dreaming eyes
Of mine
Never once did i open my mouth
But the eyes spoke
Louder than my voice
They said
Cooler things
Than my vocals could craft
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