Let me into the eyes of time
With hugging love, not rile
And spell the words of frame
In kisses and songs, not vile
Let me into your eyes of time
Like the play that goes into joy
As harmony in the land of clime
To sill the space of deeper coy
Let me into the eyes of time
And plus our dreams with fate
In mirth – collect a dozen dime
With tongues of chum, not spate
Let me into your eyes of time
Feeling the tick-tock inner being
That is cherished only in still time
Stretchy, as the Book of I Ching
Let me into the eyes of time
With hugging love, not rile
And spell the words of frame
In kisses and songs, not vile
Into the eyes of time, its written:
Those that love truly stay witty
As purr as a glove that is mitten
Than those that greed, fall in pity
By Linda Sakazi Thwala
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