My eyes are not reliable:
they are not windows,
not even mirrors. Tell me
what you see, darling,
and I will know the truth.
My ears are not reliable:
they have stopped their
straining for secrets. Love,
sing me the song again,
I will join in soon.
My mouth is not reliable:
it insists on saying things
my hearts rejects. Darling,
give me your words now,
you always say it best.
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