I do not stare at you with scorn;
my eyes say, “Love,” my words will too.
My earnest student, shepherd born,
I do not stare at you with scorn.
Reproof is done, be not forlorn;
when next I speak, my voice will coo.
I do not stare at you with scorn;
my eyes say, “Love,” my words will too.

Poet’s Note:

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