You cut with each stare
As I dare to approach your sphere
Blunt and sharp are your retorts
Despite my best efforts
It is as though you would rather chop me down
With steely gazes that pry, dissect and dry
Your stares linger longer
As I view through my 3rd eye
Opening glances of the future dances
With beats of the heart
That are stop and start
jeromeceeez 
The eyes that pierce
and which perpetually condemn
do not love!
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