Behind Her Eyes

From The Eyes of The Admirer

It has always been him thee longed for
Thy whose fairest, most humble touch, I would dream of
Tis the touch like a sneeze I couldn't resist
His squeeze I yearned for
It's attention I have always wanted from thy who never laid eyes on me, mine were always lain on his
It pained until I felt it no more
Tis my chills for him that burnt my urn