Dear young boy
As I read your lines
A world in your palm
Colours profuse
Watch your eye
Understand beauty
Lying beyond form
Imagine
A beautiful ball
With no bounce
Watch your sight
Understand distance
Lying beyond features
Imagine
An enchanting eagle
That cannot fly
Watch your gaze
Understand attraction
Lying beyond attire
Imagine
A healthy, firm orange
Too sour to taste
Watch your look
Understand love
Lying beyond physical
Imagine
A handsome horse
You cannot steer
Watch your vision
Understand life
Lying beyond grasp
Imagine
A butterfly alluring
Invariably missing your hand
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