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I look you too often - always did.
I cannot tear my eyes off of your face
Except when other impulses have slid
Them downward, into far from empty space.
I stare at everything that I see there
And impolitely, too, I am afraid.
I'm sometimes quite surprised the way I dare
To let my eyes your privacy invade.
Yet I have no regrets about it, no,
I do not wish that I was not this way:
They are such pleasant sights to see, and so
I look at them as often as I may
If not more often. As I catch your eye
I see amusement there: and I know why.