if pictured you’re worth thousands,

how much do I owe you, face to face—

words, colors are heard with, find their grace

as the sound of you, so bright, lands

in my heart—that I saw you

before I wrote it and wrote it

‘fore I saw you—may art true

by eyes so fair to me know it—!

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