Turning gawky to something spherically sublime...

'Hey!'
She once his eyes did demand
To her eyes...
Blue...
As sense of deepest love
Overflowing...
As if she had that only choice...
To stare still
Gawky...
To him...

And
He felt cocky...
Hit by her
Deep deep eyes...

Then
The breeze
Of the morn
So blue and red
Swept him
And
He thought of not being
A
Gauche...

Cause primarily the wind
And the traveler's account
Had made marks a long way back...
Hit he had been
By the unseen
Seen
Thing...
Heard
The unheard spheric bubble
Bursting...
Continuous
Like a music of its own
Globe like...

And so
He looked
At her
Deepest blue
Of eyes...
And the drowning sense
He found...
In volume
4/3pr^3...

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