I love your eyes, my dear
their splendid, sparkling fire
when suddenly you raise them so
to cast a swift embracing glance
like lightning flashing in the sky
but there’s a charm that is greater still:
when my love’s eyes are lowered
when all is fired by passions kiss
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
Björk, The Dull
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