Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child’s sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. What am I?
My girlfriend wears this on her body, eyes, lips, and face, she goes to all that trouble to smell nice and look pretty. What is it?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face, Careering along, yet always in place — The thought has often come into my mind If I ever shall see thy glorious behind. What am I?
