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Tis not with the eyes I see you
for they are blinded by your beauty
tis not by my touch I claim to know you
for they are fooled by your depth of gentleness
tis not by scent I recognise you
for perfume and creams mask thy fragrance
Tis with my heart I see you the true you
the you hidden awaiting to be found
tis with my words I claim you the real you
awaiting to be awoken with a kiss
tis with my soul I inhale you the only you
that awaits to imprint herself upon one

who is willing
to know the woman behind the mask.