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I would rather kiss you not with my lips but with my eyes; my heartbeat would quicken not when your lips touch mine, but when your eyes meet mine. Your eyes are brown, sir, like earth, like sand, Like the endless expanse of the sky; deep eyes that draw you in gently, making you lose yourself the longer you look, brown-eyed sir. I would carry you not in my heart but on my eyelids, as if they might close and shut you away when I sleep. I would see you not with my eyes but with my soul—I would see