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If someone said you were like the changing seasons
I would probably nod like a bobble-dog head and agree
Because you shift your demure disguise from bright to grave
Countering sweetness with allure from some deeper well

So akin to a gemstone played by light
The hundreds of facets tempting to the eye yet
Subtle in its fire. Think, observe, approach, away -
Inconstant as the moon are your charms.

There's a touch of funny in your dash of sweet
A little slice of distance in your thoughtful eyes
A slight tinge of sadness mixed with a pinch of slyness
And a whole list of other inflections between those lines---.

If ever there was a mystery wrapped in a puzzle
The epitome would be you and the innumerable things that
Captivate and resonate and pull and call and enchant and beckon
The restless eyes that do not lie and cannot look behind

The many twists and turns of that one disguise
That people say would 'blow the mind',
When they realise the sheer inexplicable push and pull of your tides ---
The innumerable and wonderful facets of you that hide behind
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                                    Inscrutable eyes...

Description
If someone said you were like the changing seasons
I would probably nod like a bobble-dog head and agree
Because you shift your demure disguise from bright to grave
Countering sweetness with allure from some deeper well

So akin to a gemstone played by light
The hundreds of facets tempting to the eye yet
Subtle in its fire. Think, observe, approach, away -
Inconstant as the moon are your charms.

There's a touch of funny in your dash of sweet
A little slice of distance in your thoughtful eyes
A slight tinge of sadness mixed with a pinch of slyness
And a whole list of other inflections between those lines---.

If ever there was a mystery wrapped in a puzzle
The epitome would be you and the innumerable things that
Captivate and resonate and pull and call and enchant and beckon
The restless eyes that do not lie and cannot look behind

The many twists and turns of that one disguise
That people say would 'blow the mind',
When they realise the sheer inexplicable push and pull of your tides ---
The innumerable and wonderful facets of you that hide behind
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                    Inscrutable eyes...